So yesterday morning I went out on a 17 mile ride (longest of the year for me). It was pretty damn humid out, not so much sunny, and as i started out down the road that leads out of my neighborhood (a traffic light) i noticed two cops directing traffic. I thought to myself, this can't be good - some one must have wrecked while running the red light. As i approached, i noticed no such wreck, and a few cyclists rode by. I had a green, so they were clearly running the light, if not for the fact that the cops waved them through. Checking to my left, i saw a spread out line of cyclists. So i had to stop for several minutes, and chatted with the cop. Compared to his partner, he didn't seem bothered at all by being there directing traffic for what he said was an Ironman event. Not sure if it was (there had been that Danskin triathlon last weekend) but he had been out there since 6am (it was 10:30 when i went out) and seemed to know enough about cycling to be enjoying himself. His partner didn't say a word.