I found my short-sleeved self at quarter to six this evening in the rear of an eighteen-member peloton stopped at a light. I pulled over at the next light and watched another group of bikers stack up and surge forward, and yet another. I thought:
1. Way to go, everybody.
2. Come one, come all, racer and clunker, kiddies and sporties and fat guys. Come on and ride.
3. See you in January?