On the island in the western Atlantic where I live with TurbB!tch and the alien cat and road bikes and cruisers rule, I took my road bike for a ride this morning.
With favorable winds, which mean almost no wind at all, I weaved in and out of joggers, cruisers, police bikes and gawkers on the boardwalk. When the boardwalk ended, I returned to the road heading south.
The further south I rode, the more the road became mine. Looking for the red fox that live in the scrub pines, I saw none. An osprey fly from its nest as the highway petered out into a sand dune. Quickly turning and taking a drink, I headed north. Nodding and waving to other bikes, I kept up a decent pace.
A totally useless observation is that roadies, for the most part, wave back. Cruisers seem stunned by road bikes and recumbent riders are the real snobs of the road, refusing to acknowledge anyone. Like I said, a completely useless observation but one that has held true for many years.
At mile twenty, there is a public restroom where two cups of morning coffee demand that I stop. Finding one car in the parking lot, a couple people milling around and the restroom door to the unisex bathroom ajar, I entered to confront a woman on the throne.
I’m not going to say I saw her expression because I back peddled out of there as fast as humanly possible. I heard her say “my family was supposed to be watching the door.” I replied, “Oh, you mean the ones on their phones?”
Twice in a little over a week?* Geez, what are the chances. Next time, and there will be a next time, I will knock even if the door is ajar.
PS: The lock on the unisex bathroom worked just fine when it was my turn!
* If you don’t know what I’m talking about, go back and read “Surprises” that I posted last week.
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