(New since I changed the battery in the bike odometer, anyway.)

I live in a city. Really, I do. But once I've crossed the interstate on the overpass, I'm biking through fields of cows and horses - and, today, when I hit the mileage I'd picked to turn around, I was in the driveway of a local dairy. (And that big yellow thing in the driveway was not a cat, but a chicken.)

My speed record, admittedly, was downhill. Yesterday I had to walk the bike up that hill, but today I found a gear that let me ride - albeit at under 4 mph. (Gorn would be proud of the stomping of that hill, though.)