Ii had been struggling with this, my first editorial, for some time, and had just about arrived at a version that suited me. However, before attempting to put the finishing touches on it, I decided to get in the proper frame of mind by taking one of my frequent early morning bicycle rides. That ride was never completed. While cranking along a bike lane just outside Tucson, I was crunched from the rear by-of all things-a pickup truck belonging to a porta-potty company. My beautiful gold bike was completely trashed, and ended up with a fractured left scapula, multiple contusions and abrasions, and a lot of road rash. In addition, I was pretty badly bruised and scraped. I do seem to be mending, though, and hope to be riding again within a couple of months. So much for the war stories.