Damn. I figured this would come around to haunt me in my later years. 9 years, 5 at Purdue, 2 at MIT, 3 at W&M all gone - just gone.

Well that's ok. I was looking for a release. I dream of the freedom of riding on the back of a trash truck on something. Just think of it – hair blowing in the breeze, cooled by the summer air, martini naturally shaken from the ride. Not a care in the world, $55/hr and my cell phone is quiet. No emergency L2 come-to-the-office at 1:00AM for a security breach. Ohoh – sorry to drift off there, I woke up when my wife burned my clothes and made me take a bath.

Say - what kind of bicycle you got?