I'm sitting in the Sea-Tac airport dreading flying to SFO for a work seminar that I couldn't care less about. It's not the flight that concerns me, or even the junk-groping peeping tom TSA agents. It's the fact that sitting here in the airport waiting for my flight is the only down time I'll have all week.
This is supposed to be the slow season at work, but it seems to be just the opposite.
My only saving grace is the new issue of Mountain Bike Action resting on the all so comfortable airport seat next to me. In just a couple of hours I will be in a cab with my 400lb (no joke!) chain smoking boss discussing work things...mostly how everything that goes wrong is my fault.
While he's huffing and puffing about some bullshit I don't care about, I'll be dreaming of cycling. Road cycling. Mountain cycling.
All things pedal powered and quiet.
