BC Ferries and Not Riding

So this weekend I spent some time in Victoria, basking in the sun. I saw a lot of hippies. I saw a lot of old people. I saw a lot of beer. I drank the beer.

Then I took BC Ferries home. Eventually.
Normally, you show up and the ferry is late. However, the new ferry is apparently much more reliable, which was some comfort when the terminal suffered a power outage and we stopped loading. Still, after only half-an-hour, feverishly working crews were able to not do anything. People in orange vests milled about in aimless panic like a herd of safety-concious zebras with a lion nearby.
Then we started loading, an hour late. Ten minutes into loading, there was a helpful announcement informing us that we were loading.

What I didn't do for the last few days was ride my bike, principally because it got left behind when I went to Victoria. I did ride yesterday though, and it was fantastic, although I got passed by a guy whose grotesquely bulging and heaving calf muscles resembled a rabbit trying to escape from inside a boa contrictor. Still, I had lots of energy.

Unfortunately, I didn't ride this morning as I was going to take my parents' car in for a replacement windshield, but the guys ordered the wrong part, and now I have to bring it in again tomorrow. Too long without riding is bad, but I'm going to go to the bike store to make up for it.