I had a very long day yesterday. Woke up before 6am for a training ride, then after work, I rode my motorcycle to the Dublin/Hayward area to replace the chain and sprockets. And after I fucked up my repair, I had a nice long ride home on BART. Taking the train late night through the East Bay is not exactly in my comfort zone. This whole week has felt out of control. And why I didn't like it, I accept it. Now that my life has entered its fourth decade, I find interests focused on control, specifically being out of control. I think about control after I motorcycle commute. I push it, usually at 80% of my limit. Fairly high speeds, in and out of traffic, no slowing on highway curves. Of course, I know exactly what my limit is. It is a hard lesson to learn, because it usually involves pain. Thankfully, it has been on my bicycle, where the speeds are a lot less (but I have gone down at 35mph on my road bike). The night I was on BART, it was a little scary. We had driven to two...