I'll be rocking out in full Dad Commuter Style; lights, helmet, everything but one of those big ass orange flags. I can't leave no widows and/or orphans behind, unnastan. The Tempe scrambles all had a beer-drinking component, but I'm not sure this one will. Either way, I'll be at a barbecue/birthday party earlier in the day, so I'll be at least partially lubricated before I get to the starting line. A lock, a few bucks, and excellent navigational skills are a must. Devil-may-care attitude about traffic necessary for placing high in the pack.