just john

Today I lost 80% of my black socks including the ones I work out in. They simply weren't in the drawer. Any ideas on how frustrating it is to lose something in a 60 square meter apartment that has no closets and zero accumulated clutter?

After looking in all the other clothing drawers, and contemplating checking the storage room and car, I fantasized that they had been stolen because I left them out with the other folded laundry. A black sock thief made the most sense of anything else I could think of.

I found them later in the dryer.

Aside from socks, the morning turned out to be a small adventure. After my coffee, I noticed a couple of bikes outside my window. "Nice day for it," I thought. I looked up a little later and saw a few more and a few more and suddenly there was a huge line of bike traffic in outside my window. Organized ride, hundreds of people. So I scrambled to put on my bike stuff and sunscreen and got out the door just in time to catch the tail end of the group climbing the hill. I had luckily just finished fixing a flat that morning and everything was ready to go. Remember the hill thing in Stuttgart? Out my door heads straight up the side of the bowl towards the countryside. Coming down I had to brake to keep from overrunning car traffic (only 35mph but with cameras for speeding) and got to see some rolling German countryside. Everything ended, of course, at a beer garden. The ride turned out to be a club event but I couldn't find a rep anywhere to get more information.