"What'za a matta fo my head?" - a frequent saying of a co-worker of mine way back when, an immigrant (oh No!) These words popped into my head when I was getting my bike ready to go for a ride earlier, my first bicycle ride in forever! It was gray and drizzly outside, but the Sun god came out later, and it was a nice ride. I had planned on going over the little bridge between Boeing and the USPS buildings along the Duwamish, but Boeing or the city had it blocked off. I ended up going N to South Pk, cutting over the river there, and back S again along Boeing Field. A little under 9 miles in about an hour, "Sunday rider" that I am and being a 'walker' most of the time, it felt like was flying...