Saturday, September 14, 2013
The Bane of my Existence
Fall is setting in here. Nice breeze blowing today and no humidity. I went to town, and I noticed immediately that Fall must really be here because the bicyclists from the city are starting to appear. Like Stink Bugs, first there are just a few but soon they will be everywhere. On my way in, I came up on two of them riding side by side in the middle of the road. If they had ridden single file, as the law requires, I could have gotten by but you can't pass blind on these mountain roads. So I just pulled up right behind them and shifted down. The truck makes a lot of noise and they got the idea. It was nice to pull past them in low because they got a good smoking with diesel fumes. One good turn deserves another.
Two of them is nothing. Before long, there will be groups of 50 or more. They don't even make a pretense of getting over. That's really stupid, because what they don't know is that a lot of locals drive way too fast, and these same locals make the curves by swinging into the oncoming lane on corners. This means, on a lot of blind corners, that Billy Bob comes around the corner in his pickup, only to find a crowd of bikers swarming in the space he thought he could cut into. It's not that rare for one or two of the Stink Bugs on the outer edge of the swarm to get picked off by a mirror or a left front bumper. Since they put themselves in danger through their own arrogance and disregard for others, I look at it as the Cosmos keeping Karma in balance.
With those who exercise some courtesy and share the road, I have no problem. But those who come up here in their BMW's with their little bike racks, and roll out on our highways like they were bike trails, let the shards fly as they may.