Sunday has a tendency to turn me into an ass. Commuting early on a Sunday is very different from the rest of the week. Traffic is a lot thinner and it can make for easy conditions to be an absolute douche in. I roll through stop signs, and basically turn into everyone else that bikes in the city that I complain about during the rest of the week. I only feel bad about it b/c there's no point to it. My ride is short enough already that riding like a jerk doesn't save me any real time, or at least not enough to sleep in any later. So I'll try to remember that next Sunday.

Current beer-scale: 2.0