18 miles round trip. First time since last summer I could make it home with just bike shorts and a jersey. Saw two ladies om MTBs, a kid on a BMX, a guy with an upright tadpole trike selling shaved ice, chorizos, and other snacks, and two serious roadies in Hi-zoot commute gear. And how do I know they were serious roadies? Well maybe not but when someone refuses to return a greeting from someone with fenders, worn panniers on a rear rack, a lime-yellow reflective vest, and no advertising on his jersey I tend to think bad thoughts. I have met nice roadies, usually when involved in ultra events.