Some rides are idyllic, even poetic, tributes to the relationship between human and machine. Last night was NOT one of them. It was dark (left work at 2200 due to a class), there was traffic, and all I could think about was how much sleep I was missing out on.

This morning, though, reminded me why I ride my bike. The weather was perfect. The sun was thinking about coming up but hadn't made its appearance yet. There was no traffic, except for a few conveniently-located cars to trip the lights for me.