The first part of my commute is on a VERY wide, quiet 2 lane street. I usually travel 5 feet or so from the curb, and if there is a car approaching me, I might move over a foot. This morning a dude is out for his morning jog directly in my line, coming at me in my direction. I thought it was the oddest place to be jogging, but then again, that's probably was some cagers think of me. So I moved to the left a few more feet and we passed each other and exchanged waves. There wasn't a car in site for a km each way.

Oh yeah, and I nearly bailed when I made a little concrete to grass transition for the first time with my slicks.