The Best Commute in the World

6am at Peets and I realize I forgot my vest, gloves and arm warmers. But it was 69 degrees out! So I calmed myself and rode without my normal attire. Mind you, I felt like Batman without his cape, a policeman without a badge, a kid without his iPhone, you get the idea. 

Nonetheless, I was completely overdressed for the occasion. As the humidity was something ridiculous like 90%, I sweated up a storm. Of course hanging with roadies while I pedaled fiercely on my mountain bike didn't help things any.

My main road bike dubbed "el carbon mas macho" suffers from a broken spoke, dirty drivetrain, worn brake pads, and questionable cables and housing. So he's getting love and care at Mike's bike shop. So I got out my #2 last night, replaced her flat, and got her ready only to remember that her front derailleur was busted. So after swearing a few choice words at 11pm, I resolved to ride my mtb to work and see how many roadies I could irritate. But in the end I sat up and soaked in the views on my roll into the city. Like when you are always the primary driver and then suddenly you get to ride shotgun. I saw things to remind me that I have the best commute in existence and I wouldn't trade it for the world.