Fun ride home last night, wind was with me and the temps were comfortable around 45-50. I saw the same commuter that I had seen coming down the hill in the morning. This time we were coming up to the hill. He spies me and puts the pump to the pedals. Jeepers, why does it always gotta be a race. He had a block or so lead on me so I just hung back pacing and conserving some umph for later. You see, this is one of those hills that get steeper as you go. When I hit a small flat spot, I put the hammer down to get the speed up, hoping to maintain it on the last killer section. The strategy worked, and I reeled him easily. I rode by with no hands and gave him the "howz it goin" With his beet red face and a drop of sweat dangling from his nose, he replied "great" I never saw him when I hit the red light at the top.

This morning some fool made a feeble attempt to take me out. It was dark going down the hill and in my mirror a see a car drifting toward the crub. This is an area where the right lane is at least 30' wide. I though it was just some fool buzzing me, so I headed toward the curb. He passed within a foot or so of me then continued his drift toward the curb after he passed. Just before hitting the curb, he pulled back out toward the center of the lane, then started drifting toward the curb again. He was going way under the speed limit and repeated several times. I couldn't catch him to see what was going on. He must have hit the bong too many times when he got up this morning. Crazy kids these days...