I rode out in the hot sun, and when I turned around, "thick as pea soup" fog had rolled in. Got passed by a guy in a Polka dot jersey, then passed him back (on a hill ). He passed me again, so it was a fun game of "you're it" until he turned and I didn't.

Traffic was intense, but I managed to avoid all the darting out cars really well, even the chick who ran the stop sign. It's funny the way drivers look away so fast after they realize they cut you off.