Today was my first ride on my new bike (RM Trailhead), it went as follows: Starting out was ok, man is this baby smooooooth. Everything works like a precision watch, lots of squish on the front shock, but nothing I can't get used to. Took a while to get used to the riding position (16inch frame, old one being a 19) and the toe clips. After a few blocks I'm motoring, top gear baby!

So I decide to take a different route where there is more traffic, but no ice. Things are going great until I hit my first red light. I'm trackstanding to keep from having to pull a foot out of the strap. Light turns great, and I'm off... HOOONNNNKKKKKKK! I look to my left and here is some dood in his early 80's Chevy Malibu laying on the horn as I'm holding him up! He nearly hits my as he hammers on the gas to blow past me. I curse obsenities at him, and am now majorly pissed. I keep an eye on him up the road to see where he is going, by now visions of slashing his tires with my swiss are dancing in my head. Alas he continues heading due south out of town.

Wish I would have been cool headed enough to get his tag #, if I had I'd be on the horn to our local "law enforcement".

Hopefully this is not a sign of things to come.