Eleanor R. and I rode to work today, what with the triple digit heat index and all.  We were waiting at the light at the intersection of Charles Street and University Parkway this morning when a gentleman in a minivan shouted to us, “How many miles per gallon do you get?”

“About a hundred,” I said.  And then Eleanor R. and I continued on our way to work.  She and I think that more and more of our car-driving friends are going to start biking, too.  Ninety-plus degree days and four-dollar-a-gallon gas make biking look cool on many levels.