I pass a musical venue on my commute. Every few days, a big act will come through and the area around this venue is barricaded and guarded by lumbering concert security thugs. Yesterday it was Moby, last week it was Pink. These people aren't letting anyone through for any reason, just as if the vice-president were arriving, thereby sending me into busy intersections and 'the neighborhood of a thousand hills'. I was trying to beat my avg mph record, which surprisingly I did, although I wonder how much more I could have achieved had this inconvenient coincidence not occurred. Obviously, it was all Moby's fault.