Arriving in the city core, we were just in time for rush hour traffic. On bikes. Totally new experience for me. There we were thinking we were all tough -- and women in skirts and heels were passing us. Goldiheels in particular rode in our trafic caravan for about 10-12 blocks. We'd start fast and then get passed by the rest of traffic. Folks who know me know that it's not the "women" part of that that's odd (most of the women I ride with are a little to a lot stronger than me); the "skirts and heels" part was what threw me. Folks in office clothes on bikes. Going fast. I felt like a big truck on a four lane, going slow and trying not to get in trouble with the other smaller, faster vehicles. After hundreds of kilometers by ourselves, we were suddenly top-tube-deep in thick, fast bike traffic. I was a little shocking for all of us.