Riding home from work started out great. Wind direction meant 20 miles of downwind with chinese food at the end of the line. So I’m riding along in the bike lane and one of our friendly gardner types blasts me full on in the face with a leaf-blower full of lawn clippings and other shit. M Frames notwithstanding, I was cruising along at about 24 on a heavily travelled road blind off my ass thinking that I would find blood streaming out of my eyes. Yuk.
Sucks to you. I feel your pain.
Stop your sniveling…I’ve got my arthritic post surgery knee on ice and I just had tuna noodle. Where were you anyway, on A1A?
I’m glad you’re around to write about it.