Another beautiful ride, with one exception. Construction dumpster truck driver seemed convinced that I was going to cut in front of him. For two blocks he was where my visual blind spot would be in the left lane, and revved his big, he-man diesel engine with every one of my pedal strokes (or so it seemed). I timed it right with the light, so when he could drive through the intersection, he decided it might be OK to pass me.
To make up for that, I had a couple cars and a pickup follow me down different streets, waiting until it was safe to pass. I'm not sure why most everyone is so mellow. It could be that it's Friday, it could be next to last weekend before school starts back. But I'll take that mellow and be grateful!