Rode the "A" bike in today with the hope that I might be able to sneak out and get in a long detour home. With hell all breaking loose at the 5 o'clock hour, that didn't happen. Then my wife called at 5:30 to say she needed me at the house to feed, bathe, mind the kids while she ran an urgent errand. So I just changed shoes and hopped on the bike.

Flying down 15th Street, drafting a bus at 29mph, I feel my tie flapping in the breeze and I think to myself, Those people in cars don't know what they're missing.