I came in late to work today, and as a result saw about a hundred times as many cars as I normally do. Seriously, they were backed up in stop-and-go traffic almost all the way to my house. Instead of them passing me, I was zooming past them. (Uh, safely, of course. I wasn't going all that fast, but they were stopped, so I was making some serious time.)

All in all, a beautiful ride in. Until a few blocks from the very end, where I had to hard-brake and swerve to avoid a rollerblader blading the wrong way down the middle of a one-way street. We both tried to go to my right, which didn't work, so he stepped up on the sidewalk, while I hammered on the front brake and ran into the curb. My rear wheel was lifted a foot or so up in the air, but my feet were on the ground at that point, so I wasn't going to go over the handlebars. Crazy rollerbladers. Aw, heck, even after that it was a beautiful ride in. Just a little humbling, getting passed by all the people behind me at the previous red light.