Another late night, post-work ride. Didn't have a particular errand or destination in mind, so I just rode the 15th st cycle track to the White House and back. The problem with biking at this time of night is running into club/bar areas. I hate navigating around drunk people. I knew the cycle track would be pretty empty & quiet, and ditto downtown.
I always get paranoid when I stop at the White House at night. I feel like I'm being scrutinized by the Secret Service. Especially when I'm the only one there (which I was). It's silly, I know.
Somewhere in this really dark photo, you can see the White House. Just squint a bit.
The Old Executive Office Building.
I rode out the other side of Pennsylvania because I could hear Def Leppard's "Pour Some Sugar on Me" blasting from somewhere. Sure enough when I turned onto 17th, there was a bar with a large crowd in the front patio blasting music. I have no idea how they are able to get away with playing music so loud. Anyway, they all looked like undergrads and 90% were wearing some sort of sports garb, so it was definitely not my scene. I turned around and headed back home.
Number of cyclists I saw without lights: 3
Number of secret service eyeing me suspiciously: too many