It was an uncharacteristic scene, almost a role reversal.
I was riding my Time Trial bicycle along my normal TT route, the mostly flat and straight Cedars road. This was not an all-out effort, in fact I was concentrating on being narrow smooth and straight while riding with my wheels on the white line. (Anyone who has ridden with me can testify that I am not a swerving and unpredictable rider - especially when I'm focusing on just the opposite!)
There was little-to-no traffic on this stretch of road when a car pulled up behind me and laid on the horn. I looked back and the passenger side of the car was on the white line almost hitting my rear wheel. What the...?! I stopped my bike and looked at the driver, a young well-dressed African-American woman. She started yelling out of her window that I needed to "get off the road!". Behind her car was an older red pickup truck with a construction worker, kind of redneck looking guy driving.
Amazingly I had stopped right in front of a "Share The Road" sign, so instead of saying anything I just stood there and pointed up toward the sign. The man in the truck got out and I thought, "Oh no...", but he started telling the woman that he had seen the whole thing and that he was going to call the cops on her, and that she needed to learn how to drive and read the sign and so on. She drove off and the guy gave me the thumbs up and got back in his truck.
That was weird. I rode home and called it a day. Riding around here on Friday afternoons is always an adventure.
Posted by dancoy at February 10, 2006 02:51 PM