Couple of interesting things on the way home today. First, I must have picked up a shard of glass in my front tire. It flashed at me several times, perfectly positioned to reflect the setting sun into my eyes. I was so mesmerized by it I didn't stop at first to pull it out. Thanks to Mr. Tuffy, it was just an interesting diversion, not a show stopper. Then I had another biker pass me while I was waiting for a light. I didn't want to re-pass, only to get re-re-passed at the next light. So I hung back for a while. At one light, I saw an opportunity to draft a station wagon (square=turbulence=good drafting) which took me past the other cyclist and, of course, I got stopped at the next light and re-passed (I wasn't trying to show you up, honest, I didn't even give you "the look"). Finally, when I got home, I found that my windpants had bid a fond farewell and ejected themselves from the bungee cords on my rack trunk somewhere along the route.