The bike lane at midnight.

And just when you think you are riding alone, or when it seems like so because you are feeling very (insert bitch-mode mood here), there is a little happy angel riding alongside. Nothing is better than hearing a "hey you, haven't seen you in awhile!! how you been?!
Riding into bike lane buddies in the middle of the night, right before it begins to pour, just makes the long bike ride home a bit smoother.

Meet Veltin.
You may recognize him or maybe have seen him around town sporting his crazy fur-covered helmet. He is usually jamming to the Police or the Talking Heads mostly, that piece in his handlebars is his mini-boombox. He works late shifts and I run into him once in awhile.
Market street was very very quiet and with almost no traffic, some taxi cab even turned his window down and yelled at us "Please watch out for those tracks and don't get caught in them"
What?
A cab that either saw someone eat it, or maybe he bikes on Market street?! who knows, but that was a first.

Our bikes, in the middle of the street.