I rode to work all 4 days this week so far. It was some nice northbound with a tailwind rides to work in the morning darkness, but the afternoon southbound trip against the hot wind was a bit tough.

Just after I turned onto the shoulder of Crowley Road this afternoon, a very pimped out car pulled up beside me. The rap music blasting from it was deafening, even with the completely blackened windows all the way up. Before I had time to wonder what was going on, the passenger window came down, and a gangsta-looking young man behind the wheel turned the music down, leaned over, looked at me, and said, “Your kickstand’s down!” I thanked him, stopped, and raised my kickstand.