Last night I was traveling in the center of an 8 foot bike lane and had plenty of lights on. Two trucks passed me, way too close. The first one yelled obsenities, while the next threw a beer bottle at me, which struck the rear of my bike. I was none to happy, but was unable to catch the license plate number. Luckily the bike survived, without even a single scratch or crack in the fiberglass shell.

Today I was greated to 33 F (.56 C) and steady rain. Once again, the Mango proved to be a great foul weather bike. I wore a long sleeve shirt, light fleece vest, gortex pants, no gloves. I was still way too hot and had to remove the vest, unzip the legs of the pants and roll up my sleeves. I did not get cold until I stepped out of the bike at work.