Last night I pulled another Clark Kent trick. I biked to my daughter's school for an event and changed in my wife's van. People I saw at the event had no idea I had just commuted -- fast -- for 13 miles.

I had an early a.m. meeting today that prevented my commuting in. Actually I could make it but I'm on thin ice: I have no spare CO2 cartridges, my commuter has a flat, and I'm using my rodie which is prone to flats. Couldn't risk it.

Turned out the customer was late anyway, dang it.

I'll restock my supplies this weekend.