riding home, i was behind another motorcycle. i figured maybe he'd turn around to say hi whenever we came to a stop, but he was very unfriendly (which is surprising, fellow motorcyclists usually feel a special kind of bond, like when i waved to a bunch of bike cops a few days ago). he was a rather large man, with a moustache and sunglasses, tight black pants tucked into small boots that came to a tip. he wore a leather vest, which may or may not have tassles on it. don't mean to get personal, but unless he's a shepherd, he should leave the leather vests at home. i followed behind him, but when we got stuck in traffic, i took the bike bath to the head of the line and raced home after visiting walgreens to buy some beef jerky.
i went out for a run when i got home. weather all this week has been gorgeous, with the best day for a beach coming tomorrow (which unfortunately i am not doing, but another time perhaps). i ran into the brie burger in paradise run and tailgate party at the eliot bridge boathouse along the charles. 800 runners were waiting for the start signal, i ran by them, but minutes later a biker frantically rode past me and told me the race was coming and that i might want to step aside for a few minutes. a man walking the pond (obviously not an athlete) came up to me expressing his anger at being forced off of a public walkway. i was just too overwhelmed at the sudden flash of hot sweaty flesh everywhere, tight running shorts, sports bras, race numbers, people far more attractive than the ones i'm used to seeing when i go running by myself. if i only had my camera! minutes later it was over, as i could see the runners finishing off the loop on the other side of the river. i crossed busy memorial drive, where an old woman walking her dog asked me what was happening. she also noticed that i often leave my t-shirt on a nearby rock, and said i was lucky nobody ever stole it. "who would want to steal my sweaty t-shirt?" i asked.
by parents came by after i showered. they're going camping again this weekend and i'm going with them. they were showing me on a map the place in vermont. i'd love to see some more efts, but i'm more interested in the mushrooms; i've been studying my mushroom field guides every night before i go to bed. the more deadly poisonous the better. it just amazes me that there are things in the forest that can kill you. something so innocent looking as a mushroom can be lethal if you ate it. don't worry, i'd only take their photos, i'm not in the habit of eating wild fungi.