You ask your wife if there's anything you can do for her while you're out. You slip the garage door opener into your pocket, jump on the bike, and pass your neighbor's house before the garage door even closes. The temperature is mild and the sun is still shining.
Late afternoon is a great time to be outdoors - but a terrible time to be driving.
You glide past chirping birds, playing children, and through the smell of dinners cooking. You ride to the front of a line of cars waiting to turn left into the bank parking lot. Hmmm, nice looking blond in that Vette. After a few seconds, you slip through a gap between a couple of oncoming cars, a gap too small for a car to pass through. Leaning your bike against the wall, you step to the ATM and withdraw some cash.