New pain in the butt

Poor children stuck inside all day.

Not really, it's actually in my back. And, it's not really new. It happens a couple times a year. It's a bummer but usually a quick trip to the chiropractor gets me straightened out (pun intended because I really like puns). My lovely mama came over to babysit and I decided to drive the 1.5 miles to my appointment. This is what I dealt with over a 3 mile round trip: 

• Almost got backed into within the first block of driving, had to honk so as not to get hit. 
• Watched a fully spandexed and carboned roadie cross on a red with full lanes of traffic trying to go. 
• One car missed the giant "Wait Here" markings and drove over the tracks to stop, the other car just decided to park ON the tracks. Brilliance. 
• Couldn't find parking so I drove for another 5 minutes and had to park 1/2 a mile away. 
• Walked around and nearly tripped on the hose of a guy spraying the 3 leaves off his lawn (not driving related but really irks me, especially in drought-ridden Sacramento). 
• Honked at a driver who decided to start his left turn after his light turned red (seriously, he was at a dead stop at the red light, then went). 
• Got yelled at by guy I had honked at: "yeah, I saw it!" he screams. 

Geez. I don't know why people ever drive. At least on a bike I can burn off my grumpy energy. Luckily, my back started feeling better by late afternoon and instead of riding on my own to pick up our veggie box, I bribed the family to come with and make it a dinner trip. Jose rode the Mundo and I was on Mr. Mobic as he's more back-friendly than the kid-loaded Mundo. We stopped off at Trader Joe's for some ice cream sandwiches for the ride home and we all left as happy clams. 

Woo hoo! Freedom and ice cream!

Check out Big Brother's new helmet.