Others have been prattling on about Bike to Work Week and the festivities and breakfasts and bike busses and whatnot. I don't get to do any of that as I don't work downtown, but in a second ring suburb that, if not encourages, at least tolerates, bicyclists. I ride through the warm, flabby grandmotherly arms of Richfield and I rarely see anyone on a bike save an occasional QBP guy heading south.
I don't mind though. It's nice to have a little quiet time and I've been riding the DumVee because it's slow and I can put my messenger bag in the back and live without SBS (sweaty back syndrome). I wave to moms and kids waiting for the bus, avoid getting crushed by the garbage trucks that hurtle through the neighborhoods and generally enjoy the morning. Many mornings, I'll wave at the garage man -- he's a fellow that has a table and chair set up inside his garage and he just watches traffic go by. Sometimes it seems that he'll be there all day because I'll pass by him in the morning and on the way back home in the afternoon.
Bike to Work Week is a little silly, anyway. Every week is Bike to Work Week for me. Try to make that way for you too.