Today's ride in was cool, fast (tailwind), and generally uneventful.

Last night's ride home was unusual in one respect. For whatever reason I wasn't "into" riding. Nothing physical. Not an attitude thing. No mind-wandering or anything like that. Just an odd feeling that maybe I shouldn't be "out here". A feeling that maybe I'm getting a little too old for this. Where normally I couldn't care less what people think and view cars merely as objects to track with precision, I started wondering what people in those cars thought of a non-teenager dodging traffic on downtown streets.

With this unsettling feeling came a reduction of the edge we bike-commuters maintain -- the aggressive-yet-safe riding, the level of confidence you require to stare down buses, take lanes, and such. Again, I wasn't riding in an unsafe manner and I was focused on the task, although not as much as normal perhaps, but it was unsettling.

I get this feeling every so often. But today I had no trace of it.