Oh, this was cool...and I THINK I can post it

I was riding home on Friday and saw this roadrunner on the bike path. It was HUGE and so I stopped and got one decent shot. Pretty cool, I thought...

Nothing to say, really

I have another video...but I need help posting it as I am lame at such stuff.

Other than that, I got sunburned while golfing today, hadn't eaten since 6 a.m. and was TRYING to get home about 3:30 p.m. and all of the SLOWEST people ON THE PLANET conspired against me. Even though I was tired, hungry, cranky and sunburned, I was mildly impressed by how thoroughly these SLOWSTERS blocked my every move...

What does stop and go mean to you?

I totally forgot about this!

I was driving down, you guessed it, Rosedale Highway a couple weeks ago and got rear ended.

It was stop and go traffic, as usual on a Saturday and I was stopped behind a load of cars. I look in my rearview mirror and see a dude in a gold-colored SUV coming up on me FAST. I didn't think he'd have time to stop. So (having left a considerable space between me and the car in front of me) I pulled forward a little to give the maniac behind me enough time to look up from whatever CD he was putting in to notice that "Hey I'm driving!"

So the lunk head HITS me! Nothing major, just a tap really, but I couldn't believe it.

We pull to the side and I have zero damage to my bumper. He has a ding on his front bumper. So I go to his window --he didn't bother getting out of his car and kept his stereo blasting and the DVD on full tilt for the kids in the back -- and tell him about the damage situation.

He says to me: "Well you stopped and then you started to go and then you stopped again, there was nothing I could do."
I said: "What did you say?"
He said: "You stopped and then you went and then you stopped again."
I said: "Uh, yeah, there was traffic stopped in front of me, I kind of had to stop."
He said: "Well, there was nothing I could do."
I said: "Soooooo, you're saying it was my fault that you rear ended me?"
He shrugged and I walked off saying under my breath but loud enough for him to hear, "What a freakin asshole!"

I should have grabbed my neck and started hollering about whiplash and then he could have learned the hard truth that, if you rear end someone - IT'S ALWAYS YOUR FAULT!!!
Had to get that off my chest.

Badcarma gone good

So I'm on Rosedale Highway this morning (not biking on Thursdays) and, as usual, an asshole in an SUV, sucking down a cup of coffee and yakking on his cell phone comes barrelling along, changing lanes willy nilly without so much as a flick of his blinker.

He gets ahead of me and the light turns so he has to slam on his brakes. But he saw the traffic up ahead and I suppose wanted to get into my lane. Because as he stopped at the light, he made sure to straddle the line between lanes, coming almost half way into my lane. Luckily, I do NOT drive a ridiculously sized SUV (yes, it's a truck w/4wdrive, but it's not a MONSTER) so I could squeeze in next to Mr. I-own-the-whole-road Silver Yukon. When I did so, he looked over at me, perturbed! At me?! For what? DRIVING NORMALLY!!!! He smirked at me and squinted his eyes. Freak. Then when the light changed he peeled out, WAVING at me as he did so, veered into my lane (no blinker) passed some traffic upahead and veered back into the other lane.

Whatever dude.

I kept on at my REASONABLE pace and traffic seemed to melt away before me, lights either snapped green or stayed green and I coasted all the way in to work. At the last major light on Oak Street, I saw him, Mr. Smarty pants. He'd miscalculated and got stuck behind a big rig. I coasted on by and smiled to myself.

Some days are like that.

My other "monster" ride!

This is what I'll be "driving" to work more frequently. Though I don't know if I'd term it "sweet" or "awesome." And I haven't gotten any major air on it either.
It is amazing what assholes drivers are to cyclists, however. Riding home tonight on majorly busy Calloway I had several motorists drive by and honk just as they came on me.
So funny!
I mean, it's nerve wracking enough thinking of all the cell-phone addicted, kid screaming, drunk and just plain stupid people out there behind the wheel as you're pedaling along with nothing but an overgrown hard hat strapped to your noggin. Add a sudden blaring noise right next to your ear and it's just GREAT.

Assholes.

Now THIS is a vehicle

You can keep your candy ass "sweet" rides. My truck is AWESOME. Just look at those aggressive tires! (If you dare, that is...)

See? Told you he'd get his

Ok, so Mr. Heck of a nice guy bought some goofy 1970s car. Why? Who knows, he's got some weird obsession about driving around in something Rockford wouldn't even have been seen dead in.

Anyway, so he's got this heap on the freeway heading up to Fresno when it freakishly starts to rain. Freakish cause this is May, and it's the valley and it NEVER rains in May in the valley. Perhaps GOD was smiting him for his unnatural attraction for old gas guzzling autos.

So his windsheild starts leaking. That's ok because he happens to have a basket of laundry in the car and uses a dirty sock or something to soak up the water. Then it starts leaking all over the place, including onto the steering wheel playing Chinese water torture on his hands all the way up the 99.

But the topper is when he gets to Fresno he goes to pull out a bunch of car parts from the trunk that he was going to return and the trunk has leaked, ruining the boxes and his chances of recouping his money on unneeded car parts.

HA! Told you he'd get his!