Wired Cola

Tonight I rode my bike up to Lougheed Skytrain Station. Then I took the train to VCC-Clark. Then I rode to the WTNC, where my friends and rivals collaborated in kicking me to death.

What followed was a death-ride home, which means the training worked. I was dizzy, a little delirious, and I drank most of a 700 mL bottle of Coke in about 2 minutes.

This, mind you, is what I do for fun. "Fun" in the modern era is pretty hilariously baroque in its manifestations.