Just got back from my 38 miles. It was beautiful out. Just bibs and a jersey with base layer. I wished I hadn't worn the base layer, I was hot. Like 75* out, just beautiful.

Got yelled at to get on the f'ing sidewalk, twice, by the same guy. He couldn't make a right on red because I was in the intersection, so he yelled at me, and then when he did pass me, he yelled at me again. I guess he had somewhere to be and that 13 seconds I cost him ruined his day.

I also met a tourer. He had a nice touring bike with full panniers on the back and a rear rack. He had a tent on the rack. Said he was heading to Florida from NY. Jeez. He was young too, in his 20s I'd guess. I was very impressed, he was pretty quick too, usually caught me at traffic lights.