So Saturday afternoon I set out for a 50 mile ride. It was a picture perfect day – a “chamber of commerce” day, so to speak. Mid 80’s. Sunny. Not too windy. Humidity not too bad. Generally a perfect day for a long bike ride.
Until the good ride was interrupted by a heart-stopping, shake me to my core experience.
I was out on one of my favorite roads, down in my aero bars. Really cranking it, if you know what I mean. Sometimes when I’m in my aero bars, I have a habit of not really looking that far down the road – especially if I know the road I’m on. This was the case on Saturday. I had my head down and was thinking about God knows what.
When all of the sudden, a car blew by me – close enough to make me look up at it. …
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