Commuting to work is the only highlight of my weekday mornings: a nine-mile bike ride on good days, or more often a short bike ride and half an hour on the train.

Weekends are hard to manage, but I know what I like to do. This morning I woke up at 6:30 and checked the weather. Part of me hoped for rain to excuse more sleeping, but I had no such luck and it was a gorgeous May day. I slipped out and changed into the running gear I had set out.

But before running I stopped by Cars & Coffee, a celebration of early-rising boys and their toys. It was 7:30 before I arrived, so I had to park way around back.

My favorite was a lovely Alfa Romeo Giulia Sprint. (Tesla roadster in background.)

I got a shot of an Austin-Healey 3000 for a friend.

I was in line behind a uniformed police officer for coffee, through whom I met the owner of an old Lancia I had seen several times before. He showed off the car and claimed, credibly, that it is rarer than any of the shiny new Ferraris parked nearby.

The run was about 8 miles along my favorite local route: through the ancient gorge cut by Difficult Run on its way to the Potomac. I made friends with dogs and their walkers on the way out, then hustled back to make a ten-minute pace. One photo sums it up.

Back home by 11:30 and my weekend was complete.