The Great Outdoors
Sometimes it’s a really nice day and I can’t wait to get outside on my bike and experience the world up close and personal… but somehow other things get in the way and I miss the whole sunshine and fresh air experience…
Well, I guess this is a an”experience” too.
My riding partner and I played hop scotch with a garbage truck on a county ride once. We’d pass and they’d catch up and stop at the next house. We’d smell garbage and pass the truck when it stopped … until we hit a “hill of death” and descended real fast, got a little ahead, and rode like crazy. Then the truck was gaining on us once more and eventually went around, only to stop at the next house. By this time the driver of the garbage truck was so ready to pass us that he left his rear man behind. We found the driver and truck about a half mile down the road, waiting for the worker on foot to catch up. Heh, heh, heh. Garbage truck hop scotch.
So damn true 🙂 The smoke really gets in to me everytime I’m behind a bus.
And then there is the roadkill on a hot day…yuck!
Yesterday, some 45 yr old Dodge pulled out about a block ahead of me. Smelled it forever after it was gone. Thought to myself I wouldn’t ride if emissions controls weren’t invented.
But, when you ride on the BGT in Seattle, and the wind is blowing right, the smell of alder-smoked salmon from Ivar’s invigorates and sustains you.