1. The outfit for which I was working, which was pretty much run by a crook (for the record, I did get paid — six months late), left our Davis Square office and worked out of meeting rooms at HBS (seriously), one of the employees' homes, and then pretty much didn't work at all. My commute became much more sporadic and boring, and never again would I get to race time to get to Davis much faster than I could by car or the T.
2. Once I didn't have a job, I wasn't commuting. Sure, from time to time I had reason to bike through Boston, but not generally with the conviction (and adrenaline) I was able to work up at 7:45 a.m.
3. I almost resurrected this when I finally got two job offers in November. One was with a local start-up in the Seaport district east of Downtown. That would have meant a pretty fun ride through Downtown each day (Comm Av to Beacon St [Trolley tracks!] to Comm Av [Kenmore!] through Chinatown [!] over 10.7 miles) with a few bits of excitement [!]. Alas, it was not to be, as I got a job in the Twin Cities, where cycling is much flatter and easier and probably safer.
So it goes, the posting here ends. I am still very proud of my 27 minute ride to Davis through no fewer than thirty traffic lights. On a mountain bike. At rush hour. Yeah, that was pretty sweet. And, yes, especially here in the flat, flat midwest, I want a fixed-gear bike.