Today I had one of the best commutes that I've had in a long time. On the way home I was feeling really wired (exceptional day at work) and decided to really hammer it home on my crappy Huffy MTB. Got to a long stretch of road with light after light at the intersection of every city block knowing that if I kept up with traffic, I'd hit all of the lights while they were green. Somewhere in the middle I noticed the car in the next lane to the left of me pace me for about a block. I looked over and saw the rough looking dude in the passenger seat roll down the window of the hooptie. I was expecting the usual derogatory remark but instead he yelled, "Yo bubba... 34mph... rock on" (followed by an arm pump enshrouded with prison quality tattoos). I was sucking wind hard but still had an ear to ear grin.