So I'm on the way back from the beach this morning. I always start early to avoid both the heat and the traffic - getting out there before nine means beating the teenagers with their surfboards hanging out the window of their Civics. It was a great day for the beach this morning - sunny and hot - so by the time I was heading back the traffic going out to the beach is getting heavy.
The road is two lanes, long, narrow, flat, and straight, with a 55 mph speed limit and no paved shoulder. There is a swing bridge at the entrance to the Merritt Island National Wildlife Refuge over the Banana River that opens regularly for boat traffic, resulting in backups of cars when they enter the refuge. That means there is always some moron who just can't wait behind a car doing the speed limit.
About two miles east of the bridge, I'm heading west and a line of cars is approaching eastbound. An SUV or pickup moved into my lane to pass - usually when that happens they see me and pull back in. Not this idiot. Some panicked mental calculations show he will be right beside the overtaken car when he gets to me, so I bail out onto the grass. The jerkwad missed me by a few feet doing at least 65. Futile, injudicious gestures and shouting made no effect.
So how was your Saturday ride?