You were missed. Beers were quaffed in your honor.

GB, Harry, Charlie -- that car stalking you guys all the way down Fleet Street until you turned -- yours truly!

I rode in with our little Bike to Work group from Arundel Mills Mall, even though it meant getting to my desk an hour later than normal. I guess it's a good thing I showed up, because evidently I was the only one who knew the sneaky, back-of-the-parking-lot, cut-through-the-grass way to get to Watts Road (thus starting the ride with zero mall-road drama, and keeping it relatively short for the newbies.)