Bloody fantastic on the way to work, bloody wet on the way back. I commute five miles each way on the Tobacco Trail in Durham, NC. Sidewalk to bike trail to parking garage. Absolutely gorgeous, tons of trees and mossy vines.

Yesterday I run into this huge clump on elementary schoolkids out for a walk. Of course nobody gets to one side so I make huge truck horn noises to clear a path. Some boy decides to throw dirt at me, so I say "son, your ass is mine!" and go to turn and the kid takes off faster than a fart in an Oklahoma dust storm.

You can't have this much fun in a car.

I've driven around half a dozen rabbits who freeze in the middle of the path, then completely freak and take off faster than a fart in...well, you get the idea.

Then there are the plank bridges t-h-a-t r-r-r-r-r-e-e-a-l-l-l-y make me wish I had a steel frame.

But the best part is the Lucky Strike tower looming over the complex. When I see it, I scream LUCKY STRIKE! and pedal like mad with that Cake song in my head.

And to top it off I get to wear these padded bike shorts.

It's like wearing hot pants with a giant maxipad stuffed inside.

And you can't beat that with a stick.