My students asked me why I drove on Thursday. I explained that I am hosting a going away party for a friend, and that I needed to pick up a piñata. "Why can't you pick up the piñata on your bike?", they asked. "Because, I would have to ride through South Philly. Blindfolded Mexican children will run from their homes and beat me with sticks if I rolled through their hood with a piñata on my back."