Last week my wife needed the car on Thursday, which has been my day to drive lately. So I ended up with five straight days, and probably will do the same this week.

A couple of days ago, had a close call on my commute home. The ride starts with a big descent, one lane, usually with traffic. I no longer try to squeeze by, even though we can be faster on a bike. So I just tap the brakes, look around. OK, nothing 100 yards ahead on the curve to the right ... Oh, look, there's a family unloading and getting ready for a hike on the left, that's sweet ... HEY, THE CAR IN FRONT OF ME STOPPED! What the hell? Emergency braking, a little lock-up and swerve and release, look for hazards and a bail-out route.

She stopped for a squirrel. Couldn't believe it.

Must have been a bad day, because I remember now that I had another interaction with a car that day, too. Oh, right it was someone flying through a yellow-red with plenty of time to stop.

Yesterday on the way home - 90 degrees! Headwind! - I noticed a sound coming from behind me, like a clicking. Kept thinking someone was coming up behind me. Got home and investigated, and it turned out that one of the screws holding the top hook had come loose, so the bag was moving a lot on the rack. Found the nut in the bottom of the bag and secured it. Not bad for 35-year old bags, I guess.

Today I came across the guy on the fat e-bike with two front wheels. He was waiting at a light, and proceeded to tear up the bike trail and left me way behind. Even saw him on the way back, so he must go up to a certain point and turn around. Finally figured out that he is on a Rungu Dualie. What a weird (terrifying) craft. Goes 25 mph, weighs 91 pounds. I did see him pedal a few times, at least.