I headed out last evening for a bit of a "ride" on my skinny tire contraption. I call it a ride, some may call 25.5 miles in 1hr 20min.(w/45min tempo-LT) training, but whatever. My point here is the "getting wise" part.
I was about a mile from the house when a white Mercedes-Benz passes me fairly close. I mean, come on people, there were two lanes and NO ONE out there. Move your car over a bit puh-leez!
I just shrugged it off. That's right, no sitting up and putting my arms in the air like "WTF". It may have been the brutal head/cross wind I had been fighting for the last 45+ min. that had demoralized me.
As I rolled up to the house(the one we are trying to sell), said Benz was parked up front. Huh?... Holding my male brovado was a good choice since the driver(Edna) is a realtor wanting to show our house today. She turned out to be a really sweet lady. Actually, anyone trying to sell my house for me is sweet in my book. She also asked if she almost ran me off the road back there. "No, not at all Edna" I say, "I've had closer".
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