I received a jury summons in the mail last week, and today was the day. I figured, since the weather is nice, why not ride in?
I dropped my biking clothes off at my office on the way in. I didn’t think there would be a safe place to stow my pannier, and I didn’t want to risk leaving it on the bike. Besides, it’s on the way.
The courthouse is only a mile and a half farther down the road, and I arrived early. I was surprised to see another cyclist locking up his ride on the rack, and he ended up also being on the panel. The bailiff at the security station mentioned how rare it was to have two cyclists in line together. What are the odds?
The jury selection process was very interesting. I was too far down the list to be questioned, because they had seated six persons before getting even close to my name. My cycling buddy was questioned and excused. I was out by 10:30 and had some time to kill, so I walked around downtown, and spent some time on a park bench reading a magazine. After lunch with a friend, I rode back up the hill to work for the afternoon.
My training buddy was with me on the ride home on the North Work Route, with sustained winds in the 20s, and gusts in the 30s. The bigger problem was that the sun sinks low pretty early, and it was time for the blinky light before 6pm.
Miles Ridden: 14.7