It used to be like this. In Portland, there are so many bikes on the road now, it is nearly as stressful as drivng or catching the bus. I end up racing lycra-clad road-racers on a daily basis just to get ahead of everyone so I can have a bit of rolling solitude. I don't want a race. I just want the wind in my hair and a bit of space but damned if I don't get sucked in. Soon it will be just a handful of us again, in the relentless rain and knuckle freezing breeze, mashing away, dreaming of a day off like last Tuesday, offshore winds and glassy head high waves with no one around.