I rode my bike to work yesterday. Cruising speed was 25 mph-35 mph, whichever the speed limit was. There's a cop near home. He busts a LOT of cars going over 30 in a 25 mph zone. It's so tempting to speed there, because the newly paved half-mile stretch of road is so smooth. I've passed him about five occasions; so far he hasn't bothered me. I stop at every sign and never go more than 5 mph over, or slower than the speed limit, either.
You wouldn't believe how congested traffic is during rush hour traffic. My motorized bicycle is a spoiler. There are times when I ride slowly in the bike lane to pass gridlock.
The engine chain jumped off its chainring sprocket near the bus stop. While I'm fixing it, a nut case stops by to admire my bike and ask me for $2. After I reject him, a crazy woman stops by for a few minutes of monolog.
Jeez, I'm glad I'm riding my MB, not bussing it.
I've had positive comments and questions asked, even from a soccer mom at the stop light.
The rides have been exhausting lately. Methinks it's that huge FUGETTABOUTIT motorcycle chain I carry that I use to lock the bike up. I'll just leave it on the bike rack at work, then carry a bicycle cable on my rides.
Riding up the parking structure 's steep ramps at work is a piece of cake with this bike. With my other MB's, I'd have to ride the elevator to reach the bike rack on the fourth floor.