A funny thing happened to me on my commute this morning.
I was just reaching the end of my first climb, through a ransition neighbourhood, when I heard a car behind me, rattling alongside me, keeping pace but just out of my sight. As the car approached, Iheard what every cyclist dreads... teenagers in a car snickering, and saying "no man, YOU do it!"
As I braced for whatever offense was sure to follow, the car sped up, and as it passed, a stringy-haired kid in a black metal t-shirt stuck his head out the window, and said:
"We love you, man!"
And with that the car sped off, with the kids in the back seat laughing maniacally!