It was warm enough for shorts yesterday. I pedalled into a moderate headwind under overcast skies. The wind didn't die or change, for once, so I had a nice push home. An unkown dog charged me (in the spirit of "What the heck is THAT THING?!") but a few stern words stopped him at a respectful distance.

There was an unusual amount of traffic. Most annoyingly, they seemed to congregate at the intersections just as I arrived. At one stop sign, a car and I arrived at the same time. I kept braking slower and slower, waiting for the car to GO, dammit. They seemed to be waiting to see what I'd do. Not being much of a trackstander, I felt the bike tipping over to the left. Now, I'm right-footed, contrary to the claims of those who may have accused me of having two lefties. Trying to get a foot--ANY foot--out of the clips, I sorta jumped straight up in the air (taking the bike with me, I think!) and managed to get the right foot out, and managed to pull the bike to that side, avoiding an embarrassing fallover.