It was unseasonably warm the day before yesterday.
So, naturally, I went riding.
Wow.
These old muscles of mine really work better when the air is warm:
it was almost 60 degrees F.
Just like Summer time, but not nearly as sweaty.
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On the home stretch, a car slowed to match my speed.
The passenger window powered down.
The driver, swerving toward me, yelled something like:
"I wanna see your bike!"
At the same time, I'm dodging debris in the breakdown lane,
while this car is edging ever closer.
Now, naturally, I was flattered by the attention.
And, of course, kind of floored by the boorish self-interest
of the car driver.
The driver sped up,
pulled in front of me
and stopped in my lane.
I am on a schedule, you see.
I care for my mother, who suffers from Alzheimer's,
and was on my way home, to take over my mom's care
from the hired home-care worker.
I had no time to spare.
Seeing that the road was clear behind me, I crossed to the other side
of the road.
And turned toward home, leaving the pushy car driver parked
on the side of the road in the breakdown lane.
Now, if you're the driver in this story and you are reading this,
please accept my apologies.
I had places to go and things to do.
:roll:
-Steve