223: super sweet gloves

So at 3:30 of a 4 hour ride today, I was pretty shattered. I was in a nice small group, and we were headed for home. The roads had been pretty clear of traffic all day. A pretty great group with the Shark, Sharkette, President Ryan, Doc and DC Dave.



The I heard the noise behind me that every cyclist fears. Loud honking of a horn. I was stunned at first, then I realized the horn was getting louder and was very close. I saw my life flash before my eyes. Then I saw a blur to the left of me, heard a voice yell at me, and then a pack of mid life crisises flew by in our lane, mind you this is a two lane back road, road with no other traffic, and these a-holes are screaming at us, trying to push us off the road.


Usually, I let these bad traffic cyclist situations roll off my back. Usually I just wave at them and offer up a "Americans love their cyclist" blast. But this day, I yelled, I screamed, I was stoked to not have on lobster glove because I wanted this pack of 12 gold wingers to know that I was flipping them off.


The Shark and I both increased the pace, I hoped for a quick stop sign, or that our paths might cross again. I was furious. Now I'm not that tough of a guy, but the fact that Shark could also be known as the linebacker of the peloton, probably boosted my toughness rating. (think big like maggie b..)


What really pissed me off was that it was totally unneeded. The road was clear of traffic, there was only 5 of us. They were just being dicks. Furthermore, I always found that motorcyclists kinda got the plight of the cyclists. Traffic doesn't see them, they are killed in senseless accidents.

Basically I may not understand the leather of a Harley dude, or the day glo suits of the bullet bike guy, but I always thought there was a kinship there or something. I can't even count the number of times I was waved to or waved back to a motorcycle guy. Then the gold wing assholes with their stupid microphones. "honey, I see 5 cyclists, lets really give it to them!" Fucking assholes. Hope your mid life crisis goes well for you.


Other than that ugly turn of events, and counting my blessings that I'm still alive, it was a pretty great weekend. Friday had us get out of dodge and head down to Annapolis to hang out at Miss Behavin's family place. We had a nice group down there with tough cookie, rotten, Zayne, PMO, Monkey, E-town and I. E-town did a great job with dinner.




Early Saturday morning I got out to the beach for a bit. It was beautiful.


Auer came by to check on his pupils, and see how 4 of his team riders were doing.



fun ride.



I gotta say I am very lucky. I love my wife, I love my life.


BTW, I mentioned above that I wasn't wearing lobster gloves today. First, aside from allowing me to give the metal sign, which I do quiet often...


these gloves also allow me to tell someone they are number one.



or number one.



best of all is the snot guard nose wiping section is the softest, best I have ever had. I'll admit I've had some pairs of gloves that rip your nose off when you try to clear the remnits of a snot rocket being launched from your nose. These bad boys are a like having a box of puffs with lotion on every ride!

The gloves are by sugoi.


respect.
faticus