Parrkin'...porrkin'...parrkin'...pearrkin'....porrkin'-parking.

Am I the only one that looks around when exiting the car after performing a perfect, flawless parallel parking job? I get out of the car and catch myself looking around waiting for the applause or at least a compliment. It never comes. I feel like pointing it out to people walking down the street. No, I'm not the kind that needs constant approval. Though now that I think about it, I do tend to ask my girlfriend at times if it was "good for her too" always wanting to make sure she had her cookie before I did. Cookies....I love cookies.

Sooo...

I've always wanted to live in "The City". I guess I've never had the opportunity. I mean, how does one "move" to "The City?" I guess having a job in "The City" would be a start. I mean, having money to be able to afford a place in "The City" would be nice. Maybe it doesn't take much at all. Maybe I could be one of the few people who live in "The City" and commute to Sacramento for work. Maybe there are more than I think. I imagine traffic would be just as bad. Maybe I could take Amtrak. Maybe I could buy another bike for commuting. I always wondered what it would be like to get rid of my truck and live solely by human propulsion. How would I get AJ and I with all of our gear to the races. I'd have to rely on teammates and friends or Dawn...don't think that would work. It might at first, but I think it'd wear pretty quickly.