Brief moment of glory on the way in to work when I hauled a$$ under a freeway overpass that's being built. It's the hairiest part of my commute--the shoulder disappears, the travel lanes narrow, trucks barrel through at 50+ mph, and the road is strewn with construction debris and gravel. I always wait for packs of cars to pass before I go through. As I pedaled through today, I looked down at my computer and was clocking 21 mph! As a newbie and a clydesdale (riding a 30-pound cow) I was pretty proud...

Otherwise uneventful. Got a bunch of extra lighting so I feel a little safer as the darkness starts squeezing in on the commuting hours.