Heh, my commute today was multifaceted. First, on the way in, a roadie on training ride, passes me early on. Don't know how far he rode to encounter me, but he didn't recede that quickly into the scenery ahead. His bike was super light, he was wearing a minimum of clothing and gear. I commute on a very heavy dept store fs mtb wearing old tees or poloshirts and cargo pocket shorts.

Near to work, I calculate I have time to dive into the Target store and abscond with nearly all their 26in innertubes. I am benevolent and leave two on the rack.

At work I discover that my slacks have finally given up the wearability ghost. A portion of the seat has become so thin that the fabric is essentially not there. They were old dacron polyester slacks that were thin, cool wrinkle proof, pleated and actually looked good. Since my waistline doesn't challenge them, my behind finally did. Farewell fair slacks, you were good to me and commuting allowed me to wear you out properly.

Going home, another roadie passed me and slowly gained distance, very slowly. This guy was also unloaded. He did have something strapped to his right upper arm which might have been a heart monitor.