Friday the 13th....

South from New Hartford....

Rolling in to Dike....
Passed by the Driver Ed car....

Does anyone need a new combine? Plenty of them here....

Ummmmm...... yeah....

This is where your corn fed beef comes from....

So, there I was.... just riding along.... fat, dumb, and happy. I'm rolling south on the Dike-New Hartford blacktop watching the big assed green tractor coming down the road from the other direction with a car following and another one quickly closing on it. The first car pulls out to pass and sees a cyclist (me) and does the safe and courteous thing and pulls back in behind the tractor. I feel much better because I am now sure that both cars will wait until they have met me and gone by to pass the tractor, right? Whatever! The STUPID BITCH IN THE SECOND CAR PULLS OUT TO PASS BOTH VEHICLES AND RUNS ME ONTO THE SHOULDER! Then the STUPID BITCH has the audacity TO WAVE AND SMILE at me when she is right in front of me. I waved back. I know she saw my friendly wave because she was so close to me that I could have ripped the cigarette out of her mouth if her window were down. Jesus... Was getting to wherever you were going more important than my life? Back in the day, before I became such a calm person, I would have wished all kinds of evil upon her. Now I just hope that she gets over being so DAMNED STUPID!!! Rant off, for now.

It is a gorgeous day. A breeze out of the NW at 5 to 10 and the temp 51 degrees, according to the thermometer in front of the bank in Hudson. Couldn't have asked for a nicer ride!

And then..... I'm on the end of the bike path at Ansborough and Blackhawk Road, 3 miles from home, and I have the light in my favor. Some YOUNG FAT BASTARD in an old beat up black Grand Prix is fiddling with his FREAKIN' cell phone while I'm crossing the street in front of him. I should have known better than to trust him enough to cross in front of him. He started to do his right turn on red about the time I was directly in front of him. He wasn't even looking where he was going! 6 inches! The lady in the Exploder next to him saw me. She was paying attention. Oh well. I was having flashbacks to last summer when I got whacked in front of the Broom Factory in Cedar Falls. It's all good, right? Rant off, again.

So, anyway.... I rode out 12th to Union Road and then went to New Hartford then South to Dike. From Dike I headed over to Hudson. It ends up being just a touch under 50 miles and I feel petty good. I met Super Saul on 12th by the golf course as he was coming back into town. I think that he was trying to outrun the mini-van that was behind him. (were you riding the 29er, Buddy?) We exchanged pleasantries while on the move and continued on in our seperate ways. Ron.... those mini-vans will beat you every time. You were doing what, 25? 28? Those things can do at least 50. :)

That's it for now.

Ride safe.

Peace out, yo!