The housemate that drives to San Rafael every morning dropped me off a block away from my work.

A man was bicycling down the street that runs in front of my office building. Attached to the the seat of his bicycle was one of those folding grocery carts. Inside the grocery cart was an LP gas canister. Looked a little dangerous to me. The I wouldn't do that myself level of danger, uncomfortable to watch. Maybe I'm a wuss, but I see a bike accident once a week, none of them involving propane, though. He has a salt and pepper beard wears a big floppy hat. The alarming thing, however, is the maraca in his right hand, with which he beats time as his pedals along oblivious to the traffic backing up behind him.