Much warmer yesterday. 40F in the morning, quickly rising to 45F by mid ride.

I took the main commuter and the route that takes me east to west through downtown on Pikes Peak Avenue, which has separated, protected bike lane for two blocks. Occasionally there's a car or work truck blocking the lane. Yesterday there was a pickup truck and trailer with a small gas-electric generator behind it parked in front of the new Fiona Apartments, the construction of which blocked the bike lane for almost two years.

It was a food truck specializing in coffee. I hooked around it and doubled back. There were no patrons, but a harried-looking 40-something was behind the counter. Making sure to remain calm and pleasant despite the bike-ride adrenaline I said, "The bike lane may not be the best place to set up."

"I'm finding that out," she said. "But this is where the apartment management told me to set up. They're not open yet, but when they do I'll let them know."

The adrenaline wanted me to go all "scorched earth" and leave a nasty message, but I decided to wait and see if it happens again, and then appeal to the apartment management, and then the city.

Then, 72F and sunny for the ride home with another warm wind out of the north. I was constantly dropping down to the lower handle bars to gain a couple of MPHs. The Greenway trail through downtown was packed with cyclists, joggers and pedestrians seemingly rendered oblivious to other trail users by the warm sunny spring-like day. And more than a few comfort-bike riders were doing slow lazy slaloms from side to side. The trail traffic thinned out as I headed east on the Rock Island trail, but I still encountered what the late automotive journalist Brock Yates referred to as "obliviots".

As I pulled up to the traffic light by the house where a car collision sent a pickup careening through a hydrant, fence and air-conditioner last week, I saw the home owner cleaning up. His English was limited, and my Spanish was even worse, but we were able to have a brief conversation. He said there were many close calls, and some collisions and damage, but this was the worst. He thought the city should put up lights on the approach to the hill warning of a traffic signal at the top, and that cars regularly blow through the red light at highway speeds. I know...I live just a couple blocks away and can often hear them.