Tour de Annoyance

I try to share the road with bicyclists, but after days like today it's just so damn hard.

My employer, as a sponsor, was hosting the local Tour de Cure. An e-mail had been sent out regarding this, and some parking restrictions were in effect as a result.

I had left the house a little earlier than normal, and even earlier than what was probably necessary, because I needed to make a couple of stops before driving to work. When I pulled into the drive to make my way to the building in which I work, I was stopped and was told I couldn't park there because of the biking event. The woman who stopped me referred to the aforementioned e-mail.

Now I didn't remember the e-mail saying anything about the parking ramp being completely closed, just that the parking lot next to it would be closed. Of course I didn't have a copy of the e-mail with me (maybe next time!), but she didn't seem inclined whatsoever to allow me to pass, instead referring me to parking facilities on the opposite end of campus.

In my annoyance I threw my truck into reverse and began quickly backing up to choose another route when she stopped me again. I was now even more annoyed, and she asked for my name and department. Since she'd get it anyway from my license plate I provided said information and departed.

All this because of a bunch of bicyclists.

I'm sure I'll be hearing about this from my manager sometime next week, but I should have the backing of the e-mail to show that I should have been allowed through to park in the ramp, and will hopefully receive an apology.

Mood: Annoyed
Music: Eric Clapton: "I Ain't Gonna Stand for It"

Sticks

When I was in high school the choir director gave me a pair of unusual aluminum drumsticks as a gift for playing with the jazz choir my senior year. They did not in any way resemble the Ahead drumsticks I had seen, and they were obviously old, as much of the lettering molded into the plastic parts was worn and unreadable. They were very slim, thinner than a 7A but longer.

A while back I tried searching for some information on them. Seeing a V-shaped mark on them, I thought they might be made by Vater; no such luck. They remained a mystery.

Today I decided to try looking again, and I finally found them. It turns out I have a mismatched pair of these, one light blue, one dark blue.

Mood: Intrigued
Music: Styx: "Come Sail Away"