A few minutes ago I was walking around the house doing some stuff and I thought I heard a car in the driveway.  I walked over to the window, looked out, didn’t see any cars, but I did see this:

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There was no note on it, naturally – I mean, if I left something like this for someone I would NEVER consider admitting to it!  I have a couple of ideas of who may have done it, but my first thought is that is was our neighbors across the street who said last year that they were going to think of a way to continue the “Christmas Hoover” tradition…

No, I didn’t turn 100 years old, but the odometer on the unicycle clicked over to 100 miles. Looking at the weather forecast this morning I figured it might be the last really warm Fall day of the year, so I threw the uni in the car and headed for the rail trail. The odometer was at 94 and I knew I was in for an extra long ride if I was actually going to hit the century mark. I’ve been riding the rail trail to the end and back for the last couple of weeks, and that’s just a tick over 5 miles, so I added a couple of little “side trips” to nudge the mileage up. As I came back into the parking lot at the trail head the odo displayed those magical three digits.

I really wasn’t sure I would get to 100 this year, and it wasn’t really even that much of a goal – yeah, I thought it would be cool and it was something to motivate me to keep me pedaling into the colder weather, but for some reason it felt like it might be a little anti-climatic.  Hitting 50 was like “did I really just do that?”.  Hitting 75 was like “wow, I really did that, didn’t I?”.  I figured if I hit 100, it would be like “meh, so I did it – time for a beer”. Then I saw those numbers on the bike computer – the fist pumping, the happy dance, and the “WOO HOO’s” got me some pretty weird looks from the walkers and the bike riders…