Quote from Opus the Poet on Jun 18th, 2009, 12:12am:You guys were on 66 the day after I was. Believe me you were better off in the bike lane, the shoulder was filled with broken glass from the redneck bottle recycling program (turn your bottles into road aggregate)
I was visiting a friend in Rockwall and 66 is the only way there from Garland. well I could have ridden up 78 to 205 and rode maybe 35 miles each way, but I don't think the food I was carrying for the party would have fared too well, the hour I took to get there was pushing it as far as food safety was concerned.
Ok. I took the bike lane because I was trying to be nice. It didn't say anything about pedestrians or I likely wouldn't have taken it. With the panniers, etc, and walkers two abreast, there's not much room. Even when we stopped for them, some wouldn't move over to allow us to pass so I had to gently squeeze by. I've generally found that the times I try to be nice are when bad things usually happen, so I've become a little jaded about being nice, but sounds like it was in my own interest, though seemingly inconvenient, to be so that time.
We didn't mention this in the blog because certainly family members don't need to know about it, but just before the bridge at Rockwall, a guy in a pickup pulled out of a side street and ran me off the highway. He sat there with no traffic, obviously waiting for the right moment, then pulled into the left-turn lane and then sped up and pulled on over onto the shoulder, forcing me off the road. Luckily it was a grass embankment and I almost came to a stop before the rear tire slid out and pulled me downhill. The guy pulled over and I thought he was stopping to make sure I was ok or something but no, he worked there and as I walked up to him, he said 'I just had heart surgery'. I thought "So that gives you license to try to kill someone?" but didn't say it. Should have. He first said he didn't see me and didn't run me off the road but then admitted that he did see me and said he was sorry. I've accepted people's apologies before when it was clear they were honestly sorry but this guy pretty clearly wasn't. It was just words to him and he even complained that I didn't accept his apology. I told him I wouldn't because I didn't believe him. Later I checked the gps track and it showed where I ran off the road. Got a chuckle out of that.
Corsicana to Waco today... Head, Meet Wind. 60 miles. 40 of direct, *hard* headwinds that finally swung about 10 deg towards the south, allowing us to pick up a little speed the last 20 miles. Was a harder day than the 115 mile day last week. A little outside of Waco a pickup chased us down with a couple of bikes in the back. It was the Fudge Lady from Salado! We keep running across her... She was headed east for a ride and had seen us. She said she had a new flavor of fudge made just for us. She said she would tell the shop to have some ready for us tomorrow when we pass through. :^) She's doing HHH this year so we'll try to meet up with her.