This morning I set my alarm bright and early (4:30) for the ride to work and for some reason started to convince myself that I should drive my truck instead. What? I gave my head a good shake and pack up my back pack and headed out.
One of the reasons I was thinking of driving was because I had quite a bit of junk to take with me to work. I crammed it all into my back pack without giving it much thought. I’m not saying I should have driven my truck, but one thing I now know, a heavy pack on a light little saddle makes for some soar sit-bones. Not after the ride, but during. It makes quite a difference on your comfort level while on a bike, having a big pack on your back. Kind of makes me realize what they invented racks for. Not that I'd ever try to figure out a rack system for the Allez. Oh well, after the ride nothing felt out of the usual, so chock it up as a lesson learned.
Right after I snapped this picture I headed west on the Trans-Canada toward Strathmore, and luckily I did a random shoulder check and saw a massive house coming down the highway. I check again once he go a little closer, and ended up having to pull completely off of the shoulder (a very large shoulder at that) and into the ditch! I guess he thought it would be better to let the rig-pig pass him on the left than to move over, have the pilot truck (who wasn’t supposed to be 10 ft behind the house) control the traffic passing the house, than to wipe me off the road. If I hadn’t pulled over into the ditch, I would have been creamed by a house doing about 50 miles per hour! It took everything in my power not to raise my hand than give him the bird, but what would that have done anyway? Make cyclists look like a hot-headed cocky pricks and put us in a bad light. I know if ever someone gives me the finger (not that I've ever deserved it) I usually laugh and say, "Oh muffin, it's okay....". There are times for speaking your mind. But middle fingers accomplish little if anything more than make people angry. Show me your middle finger and I'll pat my shoulder and offer it to you for a good cry cry. Muffin.