So, one more time with the Ike thing. You ride some, you ride fast sometimes and twice this past weekend someone in a motorized vehicle was nice enough to tell me just how fast I was moving.
Saturday evening at a stop sign a truck pulled up next to me and the hippy leaned out and said to me, as I was gasping for air, “dude, You were doing 40 miles an our back there.”
Then Sunday I was racing a Vespa down a slight hill and at the bottom he stopped to wait for his less adventurous girlfriend and I stopped too as asked how fast we had been going, “between 38-40” he said, both of us smiling broadly.
Soon after I had a slight mishap and my cycling was finished for the day and I continued to smile.