|You all remember what to do when anyone says the Secret Word, right?|
This morning started out with witnessing another vehicle on the trail behind my employer's building. Pretty fast too, the shot is blurry. Me: not stunned.
I'd arrived early in the hopes of getting over to Bloomfield to pick up a tag in the Tag-O-Rama game. Then, I set a new tag at Kindred Cycles. I forget how awesome the "Wheeeeee!" is coming back down Liberty.
On the way there, I noticed a towhee that had stunned itself by flying into the glass windows at the casino. You don't often get opportunities to hold wild birds, so I picked him up and placed him closer to the river, off the walkway to recover from his concussion. I learned towhees have stunningly gorgeous red eyes with my close inspection of him.
I really need to stop giving motorists enough room to squeeze into my lane. Here, I'm trying to be courteous and give the minivan behind me a chance to pass before we're funneled into a construction chute where they aren't able to pass. There's room to change lanes to pass and no oncoming traffic, so I ride further to the right. Instead of changing lanes, the minivan SQUEEZES in the lane with me! I make a gesture with my left arm to let them know they're going to pass way too close and I see my fingers are just a few inches from touching the minivan. WOW.
I shouldn't be continually stunned by this, but I am.
I'm becoming less and less concerned about letting motorists pass me to I can give the appearance of being courteous. I'd rather be alive then courteous.
Later on my lunch hour, I went to the library. This happened as I turned onto Smithfield.
|She looks rather stunned, no?|