The commute home was better, and longer than usual because I added 10 miles to get to and from the company picnic.

When I was about a mile from home, a kid on a beat-up BMX bike was riding beside me, and said, "Hey, Miss! You wanna race?" I said that he looked pretty fast, but that I'd race him to the next stop sign.

On your mark, get set, go! He was fast, and he won. A whole porchful of people were cheering us (him, probably) on.

Little moments like that just don't happen when you drive to work!