It was another great commute this morning. I had enough time to go by the store for some grape juice but they were sold out. So on the way to work, I cruised through our plant/facilities, back out another big door and rode up to the other plant next door where they have a better selection of juices. There were many confusing looks in my direction as rode through the plant. I suppose I shouldn't be doing it but I keep my speed at a walking pace while I'm inside.

When I came out of the other plant with my juice, there were a couple of guys standing around my bike. They said they knew it had to belong to someone with extremely long legs since the seat came up to one of the guy's chest. When they saw me coming out with my helmet in hand, they started laughing and one said "Of course, it would be Randall's" (I'm one of the taller folks around here at 6'8"). I've been a "weird" one here before I started riding my bike to work so it's just another feather in my looney cap to them.