And here I sit, high clouds but still quite nice, and I'm about 35 miles from my bike.
Some guys is outside beating on the seat of his non-motored and therefore fully-perspirated bicycle, and I keep thinking that he'd be much happier with it if he'd just throw a friction-mount kit on it. It's like I want to run out there, give him a big ol' hug, and say "Friend! There is another way!"
He'd probably look at me as if I was from some sort of religious cult, and given how I feel about my bike he might not be too far off.