The Saga Continues...

So the saga continues on my local MUP. Yesterday I was riding home from work which brings me around the back half of the loop so elegantly portrayed in my previous post. Unfortunately my map fails to capture the level of detail necessary to demonstrate the fact that there is a small climb present on the loop that finishes on a blind right hand corner obscured by dense brush. I like to hammer up this particular climb as it’s a waste to drop into the smaller ring, not to mention its just plain fun. As I am rounding this corner I almost run head on into a teenage girl of pretty generous carriage. I pull a death defying maneuver and avoid creaming her by a margin perceptible to only those with the keenest of vision. I mutter a curse under my breath which, much to my chagrin, was audible to the girl’s father now only 10 or so feet behind me. He unleashed a maelstrom of insults upon me, a mistake I am sure he later regretted. With this week’s prior events and an already ill disposition towards these bumbling peds, his words served to whip up a tempest within our dear and humble narrator’s psyche the likes of which no online venting could ever serve to quell.

What ensued was a akin to a sermon delivered from up on high. I quickly wheeled my bike back around and begin to animatedly explain the dynamics of the bike path, and how utterly both he and his daughter had failed to adhere to them. Much to my surprise, I must have located the one ped whose brain hadn’t been reduced to a thin sauce as a result of their primitively jarring and rattling means of locomotion. He began to see the wisdom in my words (believe me, this is a very rare experience in any arena of my life) and even went to the extent of apologizing for trespassing upon us cyclists’ hallowed ground. Content from having done my part to cast a little light into the darkest corners of the pedestrians’ collective store of knowledge, I wheeled off basking in the cool afternoon sun and my own ego stroking.