This is my fault, I admit.
I have lately rediscovered the joys of riding my bike. In fact, on days when the weather holds, I have been riding into Portland for my meetings. What I do is drive across the river to Jantzen Beach, park my truck, and ride the eight miles or so into town.
I am dreading the rainy season this year because I know that I will be much less motivated to ride. But until then, the thought of the OPEC sheiks having one less steak for dinner on my behalf is strangely satisfying.