Another fine day - so far. Up early, take the dog for a good walk, back just in time for soccer on tv, onto the bike for 50kms and back to see the rest of the footy results coming in then off to do groceries.
The bike ride was typical for this time of year - cool and windy. It is so much more interesting to bike outdoors than on a stationary bike at the YMCA. For example, there are stretches of road where there are so many potholes that if I was leading a group and pointing them out, I would have to ride no handed.
Next, I came across a double road kill. Either a red fox was chasing a beaver across the highway and both were taken out simultaneously, or the beaver got nailed and later the fox was enjoying a free snack when along came another vehicle. It shall always be a mystery.
Most drivers in the area were great today. They were patient and gave me plenty of room. Special thanks to the guy carrying the windows that protruded about half a meter out the passenger side of his truck - that would have 'come keen'. Why though, do some drivers decide to give cyclists a blast of the horn when passing? It's not helpful. If you want to sound your horn as a warning, do it when you are still 50-75m behind. If you wait until you are beside me and then have to stop for traffic lights or roadworks in the next half a kilometre, you might get some sticky gatorade squirted on your winshield.
It was easy to know that it is early spring. There were so many trucks on the road carrying lumber, soil and other 'project' material.
As I was cursing another long stretch into the wind, I passed a woman cycling with a bike-baby carriage in tow. That thing must have felt like pulling an anchor. My hat goes off to her.
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