Wow, Robin, you're a better woman than me. I would have had the cell phone out and the cops on the phone. I even carry a pencil in my pack so I can take down License plate numbers. It comes from having to many close calls. I rode 25 yesterday and I'm in my granny pedaling up a hill and some jerk in a van sort of pulls up beside me and keeps nudging me over till I finally had to stop or get run into the dirt. Then he rolls down the window and says "hey where is there a gas station?" I couldn't believe it. If he didn't have a kid in the back I would have told him to take a flying leap. So I tell him where there is a gas station. I start pedaling again and then he pulls a u-turn right in front of me. No "Thank you" or anything. ERRRRRRRRRR.

On a good note I ran into Walter, who was spray painting 6's on the road. He leads the Charles River wheelmen on a 6 state tour on Memorial day weekend starting in Lincoln, MA and he was marking the route. We talked for awhile and then played tag over the next 10 miles. They ride 150 miles the first day and then 100 the second and third day. YIKES.