So, I'm waiting in my bike lane for a traffic signal. Car immediately to my right and I are alone (it's 6:00 am). He's a late middle aged, military looking retired fellow in a Miata convertible. I finish a swig of water as the light turns green for us. He lays on it and peels out across the road, manually shifting after winding out each gear. Off he goes...


So I say to him, "yay for you". Granted, I was clad like a racer and was on a race-y looking road bike. Were we racing? Just another of life's head shakers, I guess...