Michael came over to the house to see for himself that I didn't get a ride home, and to congratulate "the old man" on finishing.

The day was done. I had kept my promise. At this moment, I feel as if I could give up bicycling and take up golf. But since I've heard that golf is a "cussing game", I decide to wait until a day or two passes before I put my bike on ebay. I probably won't. I'll probably promise myself a ride of a little longer distance the next time. You know me.