My rear view mirror caught your silhouette in the distance this morning. Your bulky figure in the distance suggested not a racing roadie but more likely a commuter. On the declivity your silhouette grew larger, and then I slowed a bit to learn who you are. You pedaled determinedly and had only a brief "hello" for me, through your balaclava, when you passed by. I had hoped for a chat, but no matter. Then, when you and I were stopped at the light at 15th Street (you didn't get THAT far ahead), you foolishly moved forward, looking to thread yourself through the eye of the needle that was moving rush hour traffic.