On the ride home lastnight, a guy called over "Pop a wheelie!" I chose to ignore him. I just wanted to get home and go to bed- I had to work at 7 this morning. I drove to work today- I awoke on the recliner, still with my cycling cleats on, stinking to High Heaven. It was too late to ride. The low fuel light is on in my car, so I'll be riding in the rest of the week. Maybe I'll pop a wheelie...