When I make that initial forward motion upon my daily commute, Lance Armstrong comes to mind. However, as I merge with car traffic I feel like a rhinoceros balancing on a pogo stick. The attitude of a wild rhinoceros is within as I mingle in concentrated traffic. Than as I charge on to the bike path I find that I am a solitary figure on an isolated avenue. Only four legged shadows of creatures occasionally challenge the right of passage. This is when I think of my self as Lance once more and concentrate on form and cadence. Tunnel vision slowly encompasses my view. I start scaling gears to adjust to make up imaginary time lost. After 12 miles and at the end of my commute I find myself forming back to that rhinoceros and then I find that heavyset herbivorous attitude stays deep within throughout the day until I mount my 2 wheeled steed for the commute back to take on the other 12 miles. Now it is a race with other cycles as targets only to slow down and chat at even pace. When I arrive home I am complete and rest briefly. I then will load the tandem on the van and my wife and I will find a bike path and take our time to enjoy the ride and each others company for at this time we are just husband and wife.