Meant to post this last night, but turned in early...long hours of late. My commute is fairly routine and peaceful other than the errant squirrel running out or dog in need of a water facial.

Yesterday morning a guy in a 4 wheeler and a mesh hat asked me "where do you ride to everday? I been seein' ya everday for years, now." I told him and he looked at his wife and said "dayum!" In explaining how it not only was good for my health it saved me tons of money on gas, He replied, "it's gettin' to the point where everbody's gonna half ta start a-ridin' bahcycles." We all smiled and nodded and went on about our business. His statements in print look like I'm making fun of his accent, but I'm truly not.

I was humbled at the amount of respect and admiration he demonstated in what he 'didn't' say. Those little moments of human exchange more than make up for all the flip-offs, honking, "get a horse", "get a life" comments and having ones sanity questioned by people who haven't been on a bike in 30 years and think they belong in the toy department.

Was feeling pretty good all day and as I started my evening commute...there it was...a flat...3 years since I've had one on my mtb commuter w/Mr. Tuffys and bullet proof rims. So, Mr Bigshot cycling commuter guy, whadaya think about THAT! Needless to say...I was humbled and dutifully changed my tube and found the tiny piece of metal that had worked it's way through the tuffys...the ride home was sweeter for some reason...