Good morning everyone, My ride to work this morning, Let's see, Dark, very dark, wet, very wet, steady hard rain all the way, piles of wet leaves filled the sides of the road, bright street lights reflected on the rain drops on my glasses preventing me from seeing where I needed to go. Heavy traffic with many trucks bellowing diesel smoke and fighting me for the 1/4" of roadway that I need, loud train whistles blowing just over my right shoulder, all while I push a 5 mile an hour biting head wind for the 18.5 mile commute. Most of what I carry was wet when I arrived to work accept for my work clothes and lunch which I carry in a plasstic bag that I put in my panniers. My office is like a laundry matt with things hanging to dry for the ride home. At a stop sign a man in a car asked me, "Are you crazy buddy"? I responded, No, but it's ok if you think I am, It's quite obvious that I know something you don't.

Why do I ride? Because I want to, that's why.