Two riders came flying by us just as we got onto Prospect today. I gave my wife the signal to pursue, but it was no fun. One of them was on a skinny-tire mtn bike and the other was on a Colnago CX with knobbies. No blinkies and minimal reflective gear, of course. 5 pedal strokes was all it took to catch them. I coasted to keep from rubbing tires, and got a couple of funny looks due to my obnoxiously loud freewheel. They blew the 4-way stop, then slowed a little for the turn onto 8 St. We coasted down the hill and I somehow passed one of them. At the bottom, they wiggled their way up to the front of the line of cars. My wife saw this and said "Scofflaws!". I got a good chuckle out of that one.

The temperature was -2C this morning, which meant I could wear the classic mittens and shorts combo...