55 degrees (13c) and gorgeous clouds in the wake of massive storms last night. The ride home looks to be cool and stormy.

I almost hit a crazed roadie as he bolted our of his (steep) driveway onto the apex of a corner (that I was entering). He gave me a quick glance and hammered down the hill. I was like - "well good morning to you too!". Strange guy. Funny thing is, I stayed a constant distance behind him (I tend to ride pretty strong as a habit from my racing years) and passed him at some point on the flats. I gave him a polite "good morning", and was amused at his rather surprised look - as if to say "how the hell is this guy on a fendered IGH bike passing me?.

I wasn't TRYING to pass him, mind you. I was still cruising in my normal gear for that section.



The shower at the office felt great! I relished the hot water in my post-ride euphoria.