Considering there are 7 stoplights before I even get to the main part of my commute (which has too many stoplights to count), this is kind of exciting. Obviously I rolled through a few stoplights, but safely and always watching for traffic. I wasn't even aware of the concept of "no foot down" commute until I read this strip from local bicycle comic, Yehuda Moon and the Kickstand Cyclery. It's a lovely comic about this guy Yehuda who works at a bike shop. Even better: the suburb I currently live in is featured!
I had been incredibly close to achieving the "no foot down" commute on Wednesday morning, but was foiled a few blocks from my destination by some lost travelers in a mini-van. They pulled up next to me in crisp white shirts and ties, and in a deep Southern drawl, asked me where the Salvation Army was. I was so surprised that I stopped (therefore putting the foot down and voiding the quest) and gave them directions. You never know what you are going to see in Cleveland.