Riding the Bike So Far

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 . . .