Got that out of the way this morning, and worked a 7.5 mile bike ride into it. It’s all downhill there, literally: I was squeezing the brakes to keep myself under 20 mph.
Of course that means it’s uphill coming back, but not too bad. I plodded along at a steady 6-7 mph and returned home drenched with sweat. For some reaoon I couldn’t get into my smallest chain ring. It didn’t matter all that much, I suppose, but it was distracting trying to make it work.
I’m glad I never tried taking up cycling in Georgia. Apart from the dangers of breathing air you can see, the heat would have killed me. I boil at 60º. This is my climate.
Turns out the exam was identical to the last one I took in this class a year ago: if the instructor had written anything but a grade on it, I would have kept it as a study aid, but it was worthless to me. Still, frat houses and the like keep repositories of such assets: a reviewed and corrected exam could be a handy thing to have on an open book/open notes exam.