48, clear - windy. Heck of a headwind, otherwise a clear day.

I'll tell you what ruined my commute though: It's the jerk in the old navy blue Ford Mustang of the restored muscle car variety that damn near took my left leg off.

Seriously, do you really need to squeal your tires when you're already going 15 above the 45mph speed limit? Srsly? How do you even do that?

Sincerely,

-Guy-on-the-bike-who-is-sick-of-smalldick-compensators-who-try-to-run-cyclists-off-the-road-just-because-they're-in-the-lane-when-there-isn't-a-bike-lane