Later that night coming home, I saw several cyclists riding down the lefthand lane of Lincoln. One of them appeared to be clad in naught but a white bathrobe and flip flops. The next morning riding into work, I spied a guy I see every once in a while. His bike is done up like a chopper, complete with ape hangers, iron crosses, and a noise maker generating motorcycle noises. People are just really weird. But y'know, he just looked like he was having so much fun, I really can't fault him for it.