Dead legs from last night's brick workout. But a beautiful morning nonetheless.

I had one of those typical moments all bike commuters have: a driver rides your wheel, you can feel their impatience, and then they swing out to pass you and really gun it, only to have to stop at the red light. And then you ride up alongside, easy as pie, and give them a nice wave and hello! But you're saying under your breath, "Good driving, Bub. You get to wait at the light 20 seconds longer than me."