32F, sunny, dry, gorgeous. Shorts were the right call, fingerless gloves were not.

Had a commuter race this morning*, kept my heart pumping on my newer longer less-slopy route.




*and I never do this. But this guy turned right to go in front of me, in my direction, clearly gave me The Look, and took off faster than I could keep up. Then he shifted and basically lost control of his bike and I kept going. He never got closer than 50' to me the rest of the way, another ~4 miles before I turned off, even w/ lights. I should have stopped to chat but I had to get to work...