Interstate blocked - all traffic routed to my hinder!
So there I was biking on Franklin Blvd when I noticed numerous 18-wheelers barreling down on me like vultures to carrion. And all of them had been in the far right lane looking for a detour around an incident on I-85. Their engines grumbled and their brakes hissed. I felt so venerable. I knew most of them would turn on New Hope to get back on the interstate but in order to do so it was uphill.
My worse fear was my lights and self would be drowned out by all the street lights, traffic lights, and shop lights. Plus the fact that it was 4:30 in the morning. And who knows how many of these guys were driving off no sleep or coming down from their amphetamines. But there they were, one after the other, grumbling and hissing, squeezing me to the far edge of the road.
But as you could tell, I’m here, I’m alive, and my heart rate is back to normal.
Oh and the first 12 miles I averaged 20.5mph! Fear driven speed is fun - kinda.