My usual opportunities to play are between the hours of 9 AM and 12 noon so one of my favorite alibis to escape to the fantasy world is to use the excuse of going on an extended bicycle ride. I pump the tires on my road bike, don a clean kit-bib shorts, jersey and socks-and catch the Coaster to San Diego. From Old Town or the Santa Fe depot it'll be a 5-10 minute leisurely ride to the rendezvous lair. With room number in hand, I head directly to the elevators, as if I own the place, and am soon greeted with a glowing smile, warm lips, and a hand on the chamois of my shorts. At the end of the date, the pedal back home provides ample opportunity to bask in the glow of sensuality and torrid sex; far better than if I were to be fighting traffic on I-5. What's your favorite "get out of the real world" alibi?