Green Lane and then some, 7 p.m., Here comes Live8

Hopped on the Trek in hopes of squeezing a quick ride in before this town burns to the ground. Looking to break the recent pattern of long rides on the weekends and no rides during the week, I headed out toward Green Lane. In hopes of getting the ride up over the 20 mile mark (the Green Lane loop is about 19), but with no interest in hitting the big hills that come with taking a right at the end of Main Street, I hung a left and took a quick little detour into an industrial park that houses, much to my surprise, a Jefferson-Smurfitt facility (I'm fairly sure my dad worked for J-S at one point in his box-making career).

The detour was short and uneventful, so I turned around and rode back, this time taking Martin Luther King Drive. The footpath was littered with people carrying folding chairs and ground mats. I guess there was some sort of pre-Live8, pre-July 4 fireworks thing going on that night. Most of these people don't understand what "On your left" or "On your right" means. I came up on a family walking four-across on the path and kept saying "On your right," "On your right," but to little avail. The son was wearing earbuds and didn't hear me at all; once he finally saw me he moved out of the way only to have his mom step into the spot he'd just occupied. "I'm on my right" she explained to her other son, who explained to her that it meant "He's on your right." "Oh," she said. Sigh. I expect Philly to be full of people doing this sort of stuff all weekend. Looks like it'll be a bad weekend to ride.

Made it back, with a short detour to pick up a camera in Fairmount, completely sweaty and ready for a cold shower and some much needed sleep. I'm concerned that my average speeds seem to be dropping this month; either it's the heat, fatigue, or just getting stuck behind people who don't know how to walk on a recreation path: 20.77 miles, 1:16:41, avg 16.309 mph, top speed 25.5 mph, non-commute miles year to date 910.44

Song of the day: Solvent, "My Radio."