20 miles just ridin' the back country roads.
Passed about 15 feet from a deer who just chewed his cud at me while I zipped past.
Went down a very gravelly dirt road downhill through the woods and my tires were shooting pebbles out left and right like bullets.
On the pleasant tree lined street coming into town on the way home, another cyclist was coming towards me on the other side of the street- we could see each other from far away. She was about 30, in tennis shoes and a skort. and was riding a mixte with a wicker basket on the front with a couple of big fake flowers in it. I smiled and waved as we passed each other, but she just stared ahead with a sullen look on her face. It's totally impossible that she didn't see me.![]()
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Oh well, I guess riding a mixte with a flowery basket doesn't necessarily make you carefree and happy.
Anyway, it was a great ride this morning.![]()