Today was one of those spring days when the wind, brisk as it was, felt like a form of light and the mild, almost warm, air held nary a hint that there could be strife in this world.
We, as cyclists, live for days like this. Actually, I can't think of anyone who wouldn't look forward to such a day.
But every year, on the first definitively Spring day (as opposed to the first day with spring-like weather), some people lose their grip on themselves, especially when they're driving. Some might be young and have just fallen in love; others simply are intoxicated, perhaps.
So, along with the lovely weather came some absolutely crazy drivers. You know the kind I mean: the ones who cut across lanes and make turns without signalling, or simply don't pay attention to the road ahead or beside them. Or the ones that drive close enough to you to scrape the crochet backing off your gloves and let their dogs bark, drool or chomp out of the back windows. "Awww...isn't he the cutest thing you ever saw..."
I think that such weather, and the beginning of spring, coming later than usual affets people, including me, in all sorts of ways. Sometimes it's fun, but when someone cuts across the lanes, not so much
Oh well. I made it home from work. And tomorrow we will have more l
We, as cyclists, live for days like this. Actually, I can't think of anyone who wouldn't look forward to such a day.
But every year, on the first definitively Spring day (as opposed to the first day with spring-like weather), some people lose their grip on themselves, especially when they're driving. Some might be young and have just fallen in love; others simply are intoxicated, perhaps.
So, along with the lovely weather came some absolutely crazy drivers. You know the kind I mean: the ones who cut across lanes and make turns without signalling, or simply don't pay attention to the road ahead or beside them. Or the ones that drive close enough to you to scrape the crochet backing off your gloves and let their dogs bark, drool or chomp out of the back windows. "Awww...isn't he the cutest thing you ever saw..."
I think that such weather, and the beginning of spring, coming later than usual affets people, including me, in all sorts of ways. Sometimes it's fun, but when someone cuts across the lanes, not so much
Oh well. I made it home from work. And tomorrow we will have more l
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