Well, this is my first in the Commuter Space... being a novice at this, I'm still learning my craft. Got "Chain Suck" earlier in the week, and bought a SRAM-48 to replace the remnents of my old tristed chain... so I was eager to ride this morning.

At this point, I'm still waiting for sunrise... you guessed it... no light. I'm still shopping for that... and the Cyclocomputer.

Anyway, my commute is 25 one-way miles through the foothills of Northwest Georgia. I have a great route picked, it winds a good bit, not too many killer hills... and lots of pretty schenery.

Well, this morning started out fairly normal... whiz-whiz-whiz... as the traffic flys by... do they make a handlebar mounted Howitzer? I was cruising along, heading for the Railroad underpass... rock walls on either side, concrete stantion in the middle to hold up the train tracks, about a 10 foot opening for each lane... and all of a sudden, a tractor-trailer roars past me, and just as the trailer end is even with me... the knucklehead veers right in front of me, onto the shoulder. I locked it down, and missed becoming a frisbee by a few feet... but the truck veers right back up onto the road... barely making the opening. Needless to say, I didn't know chamios could hold so much fluid... lol.

I can't wait for the ride home!