Pain at the pump?

Well, I set myself up for about $.85 more pain the past couple days by putting off refilling my tank. Why wait? Not because the prices were so high, but the lines to the pump were so long. I'm talking insane long. I don't remember gas lines being so long when gas was at $2.25. And I'm not talking long every once in a while, I'm talking consistently long. This is just anecdotal blather, but seriously? the best cure for pain at the pump is not driving all over the place then acting like the gas station is the new 1929 bank.

I think they're like that with gas like I am with the FMW. I have said before I have a pretty ridiculous collection of the stuff, and it's only gotten bigger since dad told me wheat prices were going to go way up. Like gas, though, I will pay whatever the cost is for my Frosted Mini-Wheats.

Unfortunately, it is still impossible to bike everywhere as it is blustery blowing mist and chill out here. If I didn't mind rust, I'd ride, but seriously. I'm reading "Bicycling America's National Parks" and "Bike! Southwest Washington" and visiting sites like this one.

In the meantime, dad is doing the Tour de Rock, raising money for cancer research at CARTI. He's able to put 20+ miles out in the dry (but hot!) Arkansas weather.

Also, I was about to give up on Natalie Angier's "The Canon," but it finally started getting kinda good. Not like I don't already know this stuff about electrons and the strong and weak forces and whatnot, but it never hurts to keep rereading it and remembering it so one's brain doesn't get too vulnerable to pseudo-science.