This is for the old-timers still hanging around this place. I just got the following e-mail from superchivo, best known for his founding of the Battys and stupid collarbone tricks. He is currently on travel in Paris. The subject line of the message was, "You Tell Mayo ..."

Those tough-ass Chicago fixie guys have nothing on the average 40 year old French woman riding to the market in Paris. During my 90 dollar cab ride from the airport to my hotel during rush hour, I saw some to the most astounding bike handling of my life. On top of that, they all seem to do it without wearing a helmet and with a four year old balanced on their handle bars. Crazy taxis and oncoming garbage trucks don't seem to phase them one bit. Compared to these people, I am a wuss on the bike. Of course, I'm a wuss on the bike when compared with most people.

On an unrelated note, you might be interested to learn that although you cannot carry fingernail clippers through security, you can buy them at the Brookstone in Dulles' B terminal. That's Homeland Security for you!

Getting fat just by smelling all the food here,

superchivo