I snapped this from the saddle of my bike on Crenshaw over the Santa Monica Freeway this morning, about four miles into my 13 mile commute to work. Most of the people sitting in the seats of those vehicles stretching out to infinity (or the gridlocked 405, whichever comes first) with their feet pressing on the brake pedals probably can’t comprehend why anyone would voluntarily get on a bike and ride so far to work and back.
Which makes us even because I can’t fathom why they voluntarily do what they do.