In support of my commuting sanity I did as I said I would today and biked to and from work. Just for the hell of it I hit the stopwatch at the redlight at Centinela and Sepulveda and decided to ride all-out, full-tilt and gung-ho hard as I could for the 13.24 miles homeward.

And faster than a gridlocked car dangit if I didn’t come in for a landing 57 minutes and 48 seconds (and two full buckets of sweat) later.

I was cookin’, baby!