Stuff I wrote elsewhere:

Diane Albert’s view of the city is different than the one you might get trapped inside a glass-and-steel cage on your morning commute.

Out along the Rio Grande bicycle trail on her morning commute, she sees the coming and going of ducks, the cottonwoods changing from green in spring to gold in the fall.
She sees other cyclists, who invariably wave, and she waves back.

“Instead of people flipping you off in your cars, you have people waving,” the 50-year-old lawyer said of her morning commute.