Somebody is a yellow corvette went by me, slowed down to a crawl, and revved the engine, as if to say "Oh, yeah, biker? I've got a V8!" (that takes 94 octane, you boring showboat...) I made it to work with a half hour to kill, so I went to Wal-Mart to cool off and look at DVDs. (I didn't bring my bike inside- I had already parked it in the storage room at work next door). On the ride home tonight, I pulled over to make sure my Superflash was superflashing- it was, but someone in a passing car yelled out, "Ha! I thought you were a cop!"

The Falmouth Road Race takes place this Sunday, so I'm sure cars are going to be everywhere tomorrow. I'll be scooting by cars trying to make left turns, flattening hills, and making my wayyy the only way I know how...