Tale of 2 Hills

I've been undermotivated for massive riding. I blame only myself, but also the house seems to be busy in that not-busy way, meaning pool, aqua-camps, work schedule (not mine), broken phones, socializing. I don't know? I should just shut up and ride.

Tonight the fam met our amigos at the local pizzeria, so I jumped on the Ute for a few quickie miles. Instead of going straight up B'town, I angled through Seneca where I met hill #1. I had been passed right beforehand by a dude riding an older, early carbon road bike. Somehow, I caught him. That's bad, my friends, bad that I can catch you on a hill on the Ute. We chatted up the benefits of the Ute as an urban warrior steed. He seemed very interested and it was a really nice 2-3min of mutual bike time. After our meal, I jumped from the pizzeria to another pizzeria, only this time instead of pizza it was liquid libational carbos (beer, right?) with a friend/former student. We had a long talk about the state of the medical industry, as well as the benefits of rich friends buying drinks in college. On the way home I was passed at a light by a macho young dude on a mtbike. He made good progress up B'town and turned off, as I do, on Dundee. I decided to follow for kicks. While at one time he was far ahead, on the hill on Dundee I closed the gap a bit- hill #2- until he turned off on Lowell. I saw him again on Strathmoor but turned towards home. 2 fun hills, ridden energetically for no particular reason save pride and spunk. Tomorrow, post-Brazil/Nederlands, a bike ride will ensue, or at least a longer bike ride will ensue.