Just had a great night hanging with some friends. Good times, good laughs; we watched Unfinished Business with Vince Vaughn. It was time to get back on the bike for the 5ish km commute home.

Road is dry as a c-racker. Got my merino long johns on but I don't really need them. Didn't have my lights for the first time, so I cruised the 'walk (sidewalk). Rode at 10 km/hr, maybe 12, tops. Just a few cars rolling by sporadically, drivers and passengers alike peering out the window to get a glimpse; I don't reciprocate the attention: the ride is too enjoyable, the weather is so warm for December. I'm enjoying going slow; I practically feel like I'm walking, except I'm on my smooth sounding, cycling machine. It's a single speed, so I spend half the time standing up, recreating that childlike feeling.

My MTB beater is quiet as a whistle for some reason. I'm enjoying just watching my knobbies turn. The night is a little foggy; it's perfect. I safely slow down before every street patch, and carefully look all ways before skipping to my next sidewalk.

That's my sidewalk cruisin' night. I'm home now.
Why take the bus? Ahhh, the biking life.