Flaming Nimrods, Healthy People, and Power Tools

Today, I decided to go ahead and be lazy pretty much all day, after Paula and I decided not to go race in Wisconsin. But we did get out the cordless drill and I attempted to put up a hook in the kitchen. Actually, we had several good attempts throughout the day, but after ripping off some paint, making numerous small nail holes, destroying some plaster, running down the drill battery and still not finding a stud, we gave up for the afternoon. You could say that we spent the day searching for studs to no avail.
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It isn't everyday that one is called a "flaming nimrod," but yesterday, I was called just that. Somehow, Paula convinced me to get up and out onto my bike by 6:30 yesterday morning. That was rough, but after an hour or so, I was functioning normally. We rode with the Flanders crew for a few hours, and then I headed to the Harvest Moon for the 10:00am Bella ride. I met up with Jen and we decided to go on a leisurely loop of the lakes and Minnehaha Pkwy for some people watching. So, when riding around the lakes and the parkway, I don't usually ride on the bike path, because they are usually crowded with families and more leisurely-paced riders that ride near the trail speed limit of 10mph. So I choose to go on the road, like many other cyclists that move at speeds similar to the car traffic. So yesterday, as Jen and I were stopped at a red light on the Parkway, some crabby, unhappy man without a helmet rode up on the trail, and as he crossed the road on a red light, proceeded to yell at us:

"You flaming nimrods, why are you riding on the road, you're endangering yourselves and everyone else, you flaming nimrods. Flaming nimrods!"

Wow. I could rant and rant about this, but I'll spare you. As Jen noted, she'd never been heckled by a fellow cyclist before, and I don't think I had either (except for in races). We continued on our way and then went up River Road towards downtown, where we encountered a Magical History Tour in progress, with about 20 people zipping around on Segways. Speaking of Segways, check out thisinteresting commentary on Dubya's fall from a Segway.

As Jen and I rode by, the tour leader yelled jubilantly, "Hello, Healthy People!" I guess I like that a little better than Flaming Nimrod. We had a quick stop at the Mill City Farmer's Market, before I headed home for a 4.5 hour nap. Seriously. It was epic.