On my way over, a fellow cyclist commented: "Nice Rack!" I knew he was ogling my Surly Nice Rack, naturally.
Before that, I stopped at REI, but as I was hoisting my leg over the top bar and putting on my sunglasses, turning on the gadgets and getting ready to shove off, a man came rushing over to me saying in a very excited tone: "I'm sorry, I just went in for a second!" I looked at him very confused, because, well... this was very odd behavior.
It turns out, he thought I was a police officer giving him a ticket for being parked illegally.
This isn't the first time I've been mistaken for an officer of the law. I think it's the hi-viz pink... I was wearing it both times. Funny. And weird too.
Do I look official? Stern? No-nonsense? Like I'm wielding a tazer?
"Move your car, Sir!"
|Stopped at Delanie's afterwards.|
|The 'pbeaves': small, but potent.|
As I turned at the Hot Metal Bridge to head out to the Waterfront, I heard a fellow cyclist say to his partner as he pointed at Fizz: "Now that's a vehicle, take a look at that!"
I think he wanted to catch up to Fizz and check her out more closely, but I'd just had a pbeaves I was hauling down the trail at a nice clip. Sorry.
|The ginkgo trees are a nice vibrant yellow right now.|
Normally, my close calls involve motorist error. This one was my fault and I nearly crashed into the bumper ahead of me. Trying to signal a left turn and suddenly hit the brake(s) are difficult!
Man down! I lost my coffee mug from the back basket while I was going over a bump on Grant Street. This is my favorite mug and is rarely out of my reach. This mug is so wonderful. I'm glad it wasn't crushed by a bus or anything. Steelers fans graciously returned my Precious to me.
|The Black -n- Gold obstacle course!|
I putzed about along the trail and Casino killing time before dinner with Hubby over in Oakland. As I passed a group of young fans walking to the game, one called out playfully and asked if he could get a ride. "Sure, hop on!" I replied as I was too far ahead for him to catch up. I heard him say "Wait up, MILF!" as I pedalled away.
Ick. I feel dirty, but in a backhanded-compliment sort of way.
42 miles on a lovely day.