Son, if there was anything that might get me to ride a bus for 12 hours with recent parolees and foreign exchange students it might be this.
In honor of a poor bastard with house guests coming I followed the Greenway to the Kenilworth Trail to the Cedar Lake Trail exiting by the Federal Reserve and through downtown and home after coffee concluded this morning.
I think a lot of people get jammed up on the street when they're riding because they don't turn to look what going on behind them.
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Glad to hear you made it through the kill zone unscathed. And you're spot on about people not knowing what's happening behind them. Most act as though nobody could possibly be faster than them, so they never bother to check. Selfish bastards.
Bikes, cars, dogs, angry nuns...there's always something back there.
maybe there was somebody riding behind me last friday night/saturday am, don't remember much but i do recollect something like a voice saying, 'yeah, i think you're gonna wanta stay down for a little bit there'...naturally i got right back up like a fool and lived.
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