My commute this mroinng:1. Only cap I can find has "BROOKLYN" on the bill. Flannel clad young folks in Williamsburg will now avoid these like the plague.2. Skirt 4 police interceptor trikes in the bike lane on the Brooklyn Bridge and am nearly hit by an authentic broom wagon emptying trash cans. The only thing I'm actually struck by is irony.3. Guy in kit on West Side Highway passes me and blows his nose a few yards ahead -- twice. Not the April showers I was expecting. I pull alongside and kid him about it. 4. Out-of-towner in Subaru nearly rams me when he tries to get around a taxi near Times Square. I wave. Two blocks later, he doesn't cut me off while heading for a parking garage.5. Another cyclist makes an abrupt stop and turn mid-block to get to the Yale Club, narrowly missing me. I compliment his bamboo frame, he recognizes my jersey.You know, someone should write a book about becoming an enlightened cyclist via commuting.I'd read it. I mean if it didn't use big words, wasn't too expensive, and had pictures.Ride enlightened, all!