Last Sunday: I take the bike for a spin after getting home from a weekend out of town. South of a little town called Aurora, I see a bunch of crud in the road ahead. "Dirt?" I ask myself as I approach. Wrong. Manure off the farm field along the road. I find myself literally riding through shit. Welcome to America's Dairyland.
Wednesday: Riding near the exact same place (you might think I would learn my lesson, but you would be wrong), I encounter a farmer waving at me. Oh, that's nice, I think. But as I get a little closer, I see he is waving with both hands. "That looks more like a warning-sort of wave", I think to myself. Then I see the horse that got out of the pasture, walking on the shoulder of the road, rope dragging along in the dirt. MUST... GET... BY... HORSE. Never been so happy to see something in the rear-view mirror.
A mile down the road, I see a little kid playing alongside the road with her dog. At this point, I am wary of people standing along the side of the road, so I ease off the throttle. Good call. Said child is throwing rocks across the road (in front of Yours Truly), which said dog is chasing. I avoid hitting the dog, or getting hit by rocks. Once again, happy to see things behind me instead of in front of me.
Today: hail. 'Nuff said.
I might actually look forward to going to work again on Tuesday.
