Today has been (arguably) the best day I’ve had out here in Virginia. We started out by doing some bike shopping for Rachel, who will be starting her bicycle commute next week. The shop we visited was a little store/repair center tucked away on the waterfront in Old Town. We walked in, perused the displayed bikes, but kept coming back to a bike with no price tag near the entrance. As we were admiring it, an older man in a mechanic’s smock approached us and started chatting with us about the bike. Turns out, he was the owner. He happily answered all our questions and brought out a bike for Rachel to test ride. She LOVED it. We’ll return next week and perhaps take the plunge in purchasing.
When we returned home we wolfed down some food and took off for Nationals Park on our bikes—yep, we went to a baseball game. The weather was splendid and our seats were excellent. Shaded, relatively close, nice breeze. Scott and Kiersten Jackson came with us, and we all enjoyed the victory. We didn’t really get to see any stars (Harper, Strasburg, etc.), but we got to see Jayson Werth (who’s having a good year) hit, and Tanner Roark pitched a superb game. I expected more from Andrew Cashner of the Padres, but his performance was lackluster. The loss isn’t entirely his fault; he suffered from two fielding errors in the first.
After the game we rode back home, and here I am. I’d be more descriptive, but I may have gotten a little sunburned. The day was worth the burn.