I'm a little surprised. Last night was a late one, as usually happens this time of year. As I'm slinging on my bag, one of the secretaries notices my pretty Italian bike shoes and asks "How are you getting home? On your bike?"

When I said yes, I was expecting the gasp, the dropped jaw, the warnings about drunks and crazies. But all she said was "Oh, that's nice. It's great that you ride your bike everywhere."

Uh, yeah! It is great!