Racing in the Sun

I know, the title is a terrible allusion, but I couldn't resist. I think I've been influenced by really bad Futurama titles such as "Parasites Lost" and "The Cyber House Rules." Anyhow, I shall begin extolling the virtues of cycling in Davis. Rather than racing in the sun, it was more of a race against the sun. After class, I jumped on my bike to put in a quick 30 miles around town. There's nothing quite like watching the changing scenary, hearing the wind swish by and having the beats of the Postal Service oomping in the background. Davis was looking like a dry pit a few weeks ago, but it's really grown. I've never seen such beautiful weed in my life. Not the type that bad people smoke for ilicit purposes in explicit movies like Reefer Madness. The fields were strewn with green patches of garden variety weeds...a sea of green. It was bliss. Life is good.