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Whether you gauge the temperature with an F or a C, 40-something is nasty. That’s what we had this morning. I rode my bicycle as far as Caltrain, and figured that I could dress better, but I could just as easily hop on the train, in hopes of decent afternoon weather.

Casually sloppy: all these bikes are just riding to Palo Alto.

Today was also our “End of Sprint” which is weird becauce every other Tuesday feels like a Friday? Whatever. I had things pretty well wrapped up by shortly after 3pm, and announced I would head home.

“When you bike home all the way, how long does it take,” asked a colleague.

“I dunno: about an hour? Google says an hour. But I can just ride as far as I feel then hop the train.”

I got outside into around 63F and it was amazing! So, I started to pedal, not towards Caltrain, but home. And not in a very straight line: I had time to meander. A new hobby the past couple of years has been wandrer.earth, where I gradually fill in the map with places I have walked and biked. I pull the phone out, stick it in the handlebar mount, set Wandrer to full screen, and work my way towards home, favoring “red streets” where it doesn’t know I have been.

“This charming old house could fit in my backyard!”

Gotta stop at every Little Free Library along the way. At least half a dozen. And a table of free stuff where I picked up a black light for finding the mystery cat urine. (TMI? Sorry, toots!) And of course, making extra turns and rolling down red-lined cul-de-sacs. Is that a gorgeous house? I’ll need to stop and take a picture. Never went anywhere near Caltrain: things were too amazing out there. But as I neared the house and sunset, I decided some red routes can be saved for future adventures as I would prefer to get home before dark.

“Oh no wait, this is the house, scaled down, that I want to ask an architect to squeeze into an ADU!”

Total moving time? Around an hour fifteen.

Total elapsed time? Near an hour forty.

I gotta take the road less traveled. It is a habit my loved ones mostly tolerate. That’s how you can tell they love me.