You see some weird stuff on a bike.

     Riding the bike to and from work is a blast. You feel like a ball on a roulette wheel when you get on the on ramp, you never know what your are in for as you get up to speed, or what you are going to end up next to. Last night as I rolled on at Archibald on the 10 heading east for my short run to the 15 I had a fairly open stretch and was soon over in the HOV lane for a quick squirt. A bike was fast approaching and soon he rolled past on the left. A 1%er flying his colors and a bike that made mine look sparkling clean. As he went by the rear end of his bike was dancing around on the road like a black chicks butt in a NFL half-time show. I thought to myself; self, you can fix that. Just like a squealing fan belt on a car, you can fix that. He waddled up the road and went north on his way to church. You see some weird stuff on a bike.

    This morning on the ride north as I got on the 91 for the battle of lanes at the 15, I just stay in the slow lane as it gets me where I’m going so I just stay behind whoever and let them do their thing. This morning everybody took lanes to the left so it was wide open. I heard to the left rear of me what sounded like five bees in a mayonnaise jar coming up from behind. I saw the headlight; it was a bike, but what? I’m doing 70 and this guy with either brass or balls blows by me in a scooter. I’m talking the Bridgette Bardot type of scooter, best used on a Italian beach scene. The overpass to the northbound 15 has a dip at the transition back to earth and on a bike it bounces you around a bit as you still are in a curve. The faster you go the worse it gets, and I was tailing this guy to watch the show. He hit it good and lost about half a lane before he got it straight. He exited at the next ramp, I hope it was where he was going instead of to empty his shorts. You see some weird stuff on a bike.