Today was Colorado Springs Bike to Work Day (or as I call it...Wednesday). Different businesses sponsored booths along the trails with food and chachkis. I grabbed a bell. I remembered I wanted to put one on one of the bikes, but forgot which one. (My most used commuters have bells for pedestrians. All my bikes have AIrZouond horns.) Since rain was forecast, it wasn't as crowded as years past.

I guess I finally got to the stage in life where I don't care how or what people are riding, as long as they're being courteous, safe and enjoying themselves.

Three co-workers rode their fat-tire 26-inch bikes...meh. One of the TV reporters brought a Masi gravel bike Monday for a report, but didn't ride it. The front is very light, but the rear hub is heavy...almost like and electric hub, although it's not.

Another, a 20-something brought his dad's Raleigh road bike. It looked a little rough, but I'd be very happy with it. I thought it was steel, but it was much lighter than I expected...could it have been aluminium? He said it was a '92, but it looked 10 to 20 years older and is comparable to my '83 Nishiki International.

The rain came after the commute in and ended before the ride home.

Tomorrow I take the wife's car to the dealer, 12 miles north of work. I'm taking the 20" folder to scream down the trail as there is a significant altitude drop from north to south here.

*** Well, life got in the way and I had to drive today.