The opinions expressed herein are the personal opinions of the author and are not related to or represent the views of my employer.It’s getting
much more fun. I’m regaining the
youthful agility I once had on a two-wheeler. 
With this comes the temptation to take risks. It won’t be long before I am sporting some
road rash.
The hills
aren’t so steep. It’s amazing the amount
of erosion that takes place in a few short weeks. I’m surprised the Rocky Mountains aren’t the
Rocky Plains by now. Oh well I’ll let
God worry about that. My first trip time
was 64 minutes. Today was a lightning
quick 49 minutes.
I received
my first middle-finger-of-fellowship today. I guess it was provoked by my palms-up-shoulder-shrug-what-gives
gesture. We were on a road with exactly
3 inches of shoulder (no exaggeration). I
was splitting the white line and the edge of the blacktop. The guy in the biggie-sized SUV couldn’t wait
another 4 seconds to let oncoming traffic by so he could maneuver around me
with a little room. Had I swerved just a
few inches I’d be missing an elbow right now. He didn’t even slow down. It
startled me to the point of me letting out a little *#@!
But alas, I am alive
to ride another day . . .
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