On our return from a regular yoga class, I caught this juxtaposition, which, for the pedal-powered folk, highlights a profound divide in the American psyche. If it wasn't for the drive shaft, I think Jodi could pedal directly under that jacked rig and clear it. In the owner's defense, it does sit there unused most of the time, a monument to our obsession with all things internal combustion. But it sure is an expensive garden gnome! We're having a mild start to August, and we couldn't be happier about it.