One of my regular riding routes takes me on a bridge over a freeway. At six in the evening, I will be cruising across the bridge at a relaxed and happy 15 mph. Down below, twelve lanes of motor vehicles. Parked. Not moving. Drivers going nuts, or hunting through the glove box for their "medication".

And, looking down on those thousands of miserable souls, trapped in overheating cages, makes me feel kinda happy. Actually, REAL happy. Does that make me a bad person?