Good commute today.

Caught up to a guy on a mountain bike (Seeing other morning bikers around here is pretty rare, so that's always a plus.) while climbing a hill. Gave a friendly greeting as I passed and he asked "Why ya goin' so fast?" Replied, "Late for work." as I rolled on by (I got a bit of a late start.).

Later on in the commute one car buzzes me kinda close, while another looks like they're gonna pull out of a side street in front of me. Gave the "evil eye" to the side street car and felt myself starting to get that pissed-off-at-all-cagers feeling, and talked myself out of it.

Had the realization that I'm out on my bike, on a cool, clear morning, *enjoying* my ride to work while they're trapped in their crappy metal-cage probably stressed out and hating it, so why should I let their misery impinge on my good commute-vibe? Close call, dumb-move, whatever, as long as I'm still rolling it's not gonna do me much good to get pissed off. Trying to get better at maintaining that bike-zen attitude instead of raging. It's easy on mornings like today.

-Trevor