Rain predicted...I took the road bike anyway. Beaten up by a headwind all the way in (5 miles).

Going home...LOADS of moronic peds and wrong-way cyclists that I bullied as usual. Screams of "Heads-up A.H.!" and "Wake-Up!" are much more colorful and satisfying than any silly bell or horn (except an Air-Zound). Mardi Gras is gearing up in the Crescent City. Gad.

Turned onto the 4 mile home stretch (Canal Street) and had a KILLER tail wind. Also it seems someone tweaked the signal timing so the auto traffic and I had one nice looooooong run where I had to draft a pick-up truck in the center lane much of the way at speeds in the low 30 mphs. Awesome feeling flying along with traffic flow at that speed. Then I blew through the last downtown traffic light on a lingering amber to leave the pack of cars/trucks behind with nothing but open road ahead.

The pickup that I drafted finally overtook me two miles down Canal but got stopped at the next red light immediately. He stopped, then squealed across the intersection while the light was coal-red to avoid being passed by me again. Ya gotta love a worthy opponent.

And....no rain! Temps in the high 50s. It's a great day to be alive and playing in traffic.