So here I go for a little cruise on my Trek Hybrid to a neighborhood I've never been to before. Not a serious ride, in fact I'm wearing my jeans and a ball cap.....so stupid me, I get lost. No problem, here comes a guy on a road bike with all the trimmings, he'll be able to direct me back towards home. Freindly enough guy but he sent me the wrong way, as did several other riders over the next couple of days...all of them on road bikes. Next thing I know it's the Fourth of July, I'm in Iowa. Several states away from home. I'm tired, hungry, the wind's blowing in my face and I'm mad enough to kill...and wouldn't you know it, here comes another one smiling from ear to ear. Grrrrrrrr.