It’s cool outside and the traffic is less (Boston is a pretty early-to-bed city, especially when most of the students are home for the summer), and the air on my face and the lights flashing by give me the illusion that I’m holding still and the bike moves the world around me.

I hope I’m not turning into an obnoxious cliche-spouting bike-evangelist.  Boyfriend says he will stop me before it gets that bad, but if I start talking about how much better the world would be if all the cars were replaced with bikes, please, blog, just put me out of my misery.