When I saw this vehicle (and snapped a shot of it) I had conflicting reactions of being appalled and envious. I can point out some of the subtle treasures in this ride/home: The yellow cable is an extension cord used to plug into any outlet, giving electricity (let there be light!). Notice the pipes for plumbing(?) running around the giant black square thing on the roof that I've determined holds several gallons of water. I like the gutters on the rear section, equipped with a downspout. The shingle siding and corrugated steel roof is nice. The satellite dish is just over the top. (that's sarcasm).
I hand wrote this long diatribe about the "festivities" for 4/20 celebrations yesterday. It's long, so I'll summarize it as greasy losers who don't know what point they're trying to make and just want to express their love of killing brain cells to the world. A side note is that the grimy sueders (that's what we called them in high school - none of whom ever amounted to anything more than tenants in their parents home well into their 30's) clogged up traffic on Broadway.
Running. So, everything is going well. I feel strong and ready for the race. I feel disjointed in the conflict that is the taper. Today, I headed out for 17 miles on rolling trails, enjoying most of it until the chafing aggravated me to the point where I was probably running 6 min miles to get home. I'll probably hit 60 miles this week and 20 next week before the race.