I decided to mirror my route in on my way home this evening straight down through campus, onto the access road, up the Rocky Hill then down the other side. One interesting tidbit happened when I turned out onto number forty seven. I was faced with a wrong way cyclist, who jumped the curb, looked at me, then without any hesitation or smile says rather loudly, "Baskets go in the back." You see on pbg, I have a front rack with two panniers. He apparently did not like that, because his preference was to have two wire baskets on the rear with a giant plastic bin strapped on top. Sometimes the rear is the best place to carry things, but the front has its merits, too. Mainly, I can still maneuver the rear end, and somehow it normally ends up feeling a bit more balanced. After contemplating, this man's preference to rear baskets for a while. I jumped onto route nine and headed over the bridge. Before turning down our road, I waved the bus in, who had been sitting there with its flicker on ever since I crossed over the bridge. karma 1 Somebody stole my bread from the counter today. karma 2 payout soon?