As I glided past the two young (15-ish) gentlemen there was no doubt that
I had captured their attention (or the LWB Recumbent did). Then I heard the
comment shouted out from behind me "' 'way to go Grampa. Viva la Revolution!"
Now it wasn't the comment or the attention that I found complimantary, but
the fact that they waited until I was a good 50+ yards away before feeling
safe enough to shout out, or maybe they're just slow.
Must have scared them with my sinister looks, or maybe my well developed
and long nurtured beer belly.
Later I learned a little nature lesson. When one startles (flushes) a bird, and
said bird chooses to flee straight ahead of you at a pace slightly slower than what
you're riding.....resist, I repeat, resist the temptation to reach out and touch it!!!
Yep, that's right, scared the .... right out of the poor little thing, onto me and the