Over Eastlake and Through the Hill

Musings of a mustachioed cyclist on New Year's, "Even San Francisco's messengers moan at Seattle's hills." That the frequent routes there are not in the most mountainous portion of the city I could not confirm, however after climbing Seattle's unavoidable hills every day I'm inclined to believe it.

Yesterday's trek: Downtown to the U-District and through Eastlake, up to Capitol Hill down to Georgetown and back up into Downtown. I could definitely feel the effects of the muscle atrophying snow and the corpulence of the holiday feasts in the climb up Roanoke.

Behind Gage Academy of Art I discovered a homeless man relieving himself while enjoying the hillside view of Lake Union. On a nearby bench was a pair of sneakers, one 30 year old bicycle tire and a sack lunch. After a polite conversation that ended in a din of accusation and counter-accusation, I managed to convince him that I was not a prophet nor had I any intention of stealing his food and I promptly fled the scene.

Off Broadway I may have managed to scare a few pedestrians with the cut of my jib and a caricature of Henry Waxman's 'mustache of justice' that is affixed to my bag, but wishful thinking makes me listless.