I'm slowly getting a feel for what it means to live in this part of Alberta. This morning I learned a few more lessons when I hit the pavement for my first road cycle of the season. Nothing too crazy, just a short loop to suss out the road conditions and maybe spot a few new side trails to walk the pooches.
Returning home after an hour, I feel as though I have achieved something very special, as though some sort of award is now mine to claim. I couldn't have done it on my own.
To the three motorists who gave me the courtesy of a full lane when passing, thank you.
To the rest of the hundred or so pick up trucks who sped up and refused to budge even one centimeter, thank you for not actually clipping me. Or maybe your aim was bad.
To the Grand Am who honked and shouted "Nice tits!", thank you.
To the on-coming black Ford pick up, license number (deleted) who swerved into my lane and deliberately forced me into the ditch, I sincerely hope we meet again when I am wearing my cleats.
