Today I was a corner monitor for the Katy Flatland's Century. My corner was at a point on the route that only the century riders would be going. The road going north and south where I was standing was 60 mph with decently wide shoulders. The cross street had stop signs and the speed on that road was 50 mph. I said all that because I was very proud of most of the riders, but there were a few that if I had been a driver I might have been tempted to run them over just on principle.
A group of riders were coming down the cross street, the street that has the stop sign. There were about 30 to 40 riders in the pace line. They had to make a right onto the street that did not have a stop sign. Anyway, they came pelting down and I was telling them right turn and car left. Those yahoos just blew through the stop sign with a car coming down the cross street.
This resulted in the car braking suddenly and swerving into the oncoming lane and one of the cyclists was yelling and cussing at the car. Like I said, I was tempted to get in my car and run him over myself. I just do not get it.
Thankfully that was, the odd case. The majority of the riders followed the rules and were extremely friendly and courteous. I did my best to act the fool, cheer them on and make them smile. I yelled and rang my cowbell and told them how good they were doing.
The other major downer was that one rider was in a very serious wreck. They called Life Flight, but the helicopter couldn't come due to the weather (It was storming in parts of Houston,) so an ambulance took him away to a trauma center. There were some nice people who lived near where he wrecked that held onto his bike until the sag vehicle got over there to pick it up.
It was a really good ride and I had a fun time for the most part.



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We were on rural roads with lots of cornfields, so very low traffic, but low visibility at cross-streets because of all the corn. I found a different group to ride with!