Tale of Two Coffees

Or two hills.
There was only one coffee, the other was some kind of fruit drink advertising itself as composed of 95% fruit.
It's just that coffees sounds closer to the famous book title than anything else I could think of.

The Volvo specialty shop where I took the Volvo for some diagnostics is about halfway up Roosevelt hill at the top of which I used to have my shop.
I brought Fidelio along for something to do as I waited for the car.
I decided on some hill work.

First part of the trip was down hill on Roosevelt way to the Burke Gilman trail.
I had planned to cross the Fremont bridge and climb Queen Anne hill past my 3rd N. house, but when I got to the bridge I noticed some new addition to the trail and headed to Ballard and it's synonymous bridge.
Thence east on Nickerson to 3rd West, which is the easier but longer ramp to the top of QA hill.
Starbucks (get 'em while they last folks) for a tall drip and a piece of lemon cake (they call it lemon loaf... tastes the same)
And a bit of a breath catch.
Back down the hill via the curvy road that winds its way around the north edge of QA back to the Ballard bridge and B-G trail, which I rode through the south edge of the UW campus to (gosh, what's the name of the street?, 25th?) and up to 88th (where the shop was, on the corner of Roosevelt way N.E.) by way of 65th, 19th, 85th, 18th, 86th, 17th, and 88th.
Whew!
Thats where the Strawberry "smoothie" came into play.
That and a chocolate filled croissant.
It was all down hill after that back to Volvopolis, and a hundred dollar bill for services that essentially confirmed my suspicion that the car in question is getting to be what is known in the jargon of the trade as an "old piece of junk"

Sic semper volvoleum mundi.

Shut up, spell checker! Or learn some Latin!

Stats. (I know you're simply fascinated by this information (there is a surprise)

19 miles
in
1 hour 53 minutes and 50 seconds.
at an average speed of 10.3 miles per hour
adding up to a total distance of 588 miles
and, get this, maximum speed 71 miles per hour!!

I know I try to get you to believe some unlikely stuff here on FFTL, but this is not some of it.
This is just a little teeny computer getting cute.
Maybe 30 maybe 31, but no way 71... pfaugh!

On the trip up and back in the car, I noticed that they are starting to set up bleachers at Stan Sayers pit area (formerly Wetmore slough) in anticipation of the big noisy boat race. (Seafair cup){I think}