Ah spring when a young mans (around 16) heart turns to yelling slurs out of his best friend's Dad's pickup at cyclists. Last night was the first time in a long time I ran into this problem. Little coward yelled something like ....aaggggot. Or something like that, I really don't think they understand that whatever they yell gets quickly mangled between the wind the cars and the doppler effect. Anyway, poor kid was trapped in a big shiny pickup when the air outside was in the 80's and the sun was setting and it was just the most beautiful time of day to be outside riding along the road. Took some pictures of my commute this morning will post them as soon as I get them developed and scanned. My commute isn't as beautiful as some but it has a lot of variety!