I’m often asked, “Why do you ride your bike to work?” Well, actually, nobody ever asks me that — which I should take as an indication that no one cares.

But I care. I do. So how about I ask you – especially since I’m still enamored of this cool nifty poll feature.

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Done? OK, good. Now I’ll tell you why I do it. Ha! See, it’s that old conversational ploy in which I ask you a question not because I really care what you think, but because it opens the door for me to talk about me! Cunning, huh? It’s like those gray-haired women who come up to me in the grocery store and ask, “Oh, cute! How old is your baby?” I tell them. And then they say, “Oh, that’s so nice. I have a grandson who just turned a year old. His name is Cody, but he lives in Modesto, so I wish I could see him more. He just started walking. It’s hard being so far away, but I just learned how to use Skype, so …”

OK, never mind. Maybe I’ll tell you some other time.

Oh, and did you notice? In the poll …

Oops, actually it’s 12!