WHy do all the crazy people seem to come out at night? I was riding home the other night and I was stopped at a stop light and this bum came up to me and he said to me, "You're not a car, you don't have to follow the same rules as cars. Do you think you got a license plate on that bike?" I said, "OK," waited for the light to change and went on my way. The other night I was coming back from a long commute and I was cutting through the old rail beds at a pretty good clip and I was about to go underneath a bridge when I heard a bunch of breaking glass and rocks being thrown. I don't know where it was coming from. It was real dark on the old abandoned rail bed so I turned around and went the other way. Then I heard some voices say, "Who was that?" I did not stick around to find out what they were doing. It seems like when I commute after dark, there are always characters and crazy people out there. Thanks.