Invalid assertion. I didn't notice more cyclists on my commute, and it is absolutely not a cause for concern - there were none. That's right. None. Zero. Z

Invalid assertion. I didn't notice more cyclists on my commute, and it is absolutely not a cause for concern - there were none. That's right. None. Zero. Zip. Nada. The entire list of vehicles encountered during my commute on the 18th was: the same guy I often see around town on his goldwing, a maroon 70s or very early 80s firebird or camaro, three pickups, a dump truck, the county sheriff in his personal car (he lives a few houses down from me), and a rather large John Deere tractor being moved from one field to another on the other side of the railroad tracks. Oh, and a train, on those tracks, carrying, amongst other things, 737 bodies on their way to final assembly. And while it's not a vehicle - one skunk, freshly killed. My commute is 12 miles (one direction) of 2 lane roads across farmland. It's flat, boring, and the roads are in pretty poor condition with no shoulders. The cyclists in this area stick to other routes for their long-distance rides, where the pavement is in much better shape, and they have a shoulder that they can use if they have to dodge an idiot, instead of finding an overgrown ditch and a barbed-wire fence.