Uneventful ride this morning (though I think some guys in a dump truck behind me yelled at me for taking the lane; another classic case of "don't you realize we can't hear a damn thing you say when you yell out your car window?").

I had to pick up a job from my company's print center this morning on my way to the locker room to change. I've talked to the printer there once or twice about commuting and my routine. This morning he said, "I've got to ask you a serious question. Weren't you freezing yesterday??? I saw you come in dressed as you were and couldn't believe you weren't cold!"

Well, I wasn't cold yesterday. I told him the layers I wear are warmer than they look (2 layers of UnderArmour on my torso and brushed fabric tights on my legs), and of course I'm working to pedal the whole way here. He just shook his head in disbelief. Of course, the fact that he's originally from the Middle East might have something to do with his reaction; he probably thinks it's cold here in the summer.