The Best Commute of the Year.

Starring down the barrel of a 10 day stretch of no work or commutes. Yee F-ing Haa!

It's Friday and my final ACF ride before transforming into the dreaded Tourista. Tommorrow's early morning flight will be full of panicked hysteria until arriving on a white sandy beach with a frosty beverage in hand. Then a long anticipated abscence of the daily grind, and the freedom from clocks and schedules.

Craving that blissfull foggy feeling of not knowing, or caring what day it is.

Keep the hate alive fellow ACF compadres.