My parking garage just happens to be at the finish line for the Tour of California (stage 2 last year, stage 1 next Feb). So it's natural that I just have to ramp it up in the last 200m, pretending to lead out Mark Cavendish.

Heh. 41-year old desk jockey still playing. Just like when I was a 12-year old, pitching to a wall and pretending to strike out George Brett.