Strange commute yesterday morning.

I took the Townie3 and the canoe instead of the utility trailer, just for S&G. That went fine, just a much heavier trailer. On the curviest part of my commute I've taken the lane when I hear a car coming up behind me. I see an on-coming p/u in the other lane so I signal for the car to stay back and not pass. The truck goes by, we're around that curve on a short straight-away. I move to the right and signal the car to pass me. He's not passing. Signal again. <Come on, Dude. We're running out of straight-away.> Signal again for him to pass. <What is this Dip-S doing?> Car finally passes. It's my wife? She pulls over onto the shoulder. I pass her, pull over, drop the bike and walk back to the car. She's all freaked out, hysterically ranting about something. Me, "Hey." Rant, rant, rant. Me, "HEY." Rant, rant, rant. HEY!!! in my Drill Field voice. She stops. Me, "Count to ten, take five deep breathes, and tell me what is the matter. Slowly."

The stupid windshield of the stupid car had a spider-web crack at the bottom.
For this, she traces my route, almost all the way to work.

"Go home and call what's-'er-name at the insurance place."
"Who?"
"The woman.....oh what's-'er'name.....you know. You went with me last time we made a payment. Her card is in the glove box and there's a couple more laying around the house."
"What will that do?"
Me trying to not get exasperated, "This is Florida, state law, we get three free windshields a year. Go call her, tell her a hickory nut from one of the trees in the yard broke it (that's what happened). Then do what she says about calling somebody to fix it."
"Where will I have to take it."
"Home. Somebody will come out to the house and fix it."
"Today?"
"I don't know. It depends on where they're located and how busy they are."
"What if it blows out and showers the kids with glass?"
<What the hell is this? She tracks me down on my commute to play 20 questions?>
Me trying my best to not get exasperated, "You could do over 100 miles-an-hour with that windshield, it's not gonna' blow out." <Now go TF home so I can get on with my ride.>

She finally leaves and I get on with my ride.

Now, I've ridden and driven this route probably hundreds of time. Today I see a borrow pit off in the woods to my right. I've heard it was there, but have never seen it from the road, didn't know you could. Must be enough leaves fallen to see it, because I sure couldn't earlier this year and I looked. I stopped to look at it. I had the canoe with me, if I had some fishing tackle I would have skipped work, in spite of the fact that the weather in the last two weeks has put me way behind on this project.

Pulling the canoe home yesterday afternoon, had a p/u pull along side and slow in passing, the driver yelling at me.
"Nice set-up!"
Later had a car pass and slow, passenger yelling out the window.
"Dude, you rock!!"
I heard him clearly.

Just before I got home, had a car coming up behind give me a "get-out-of-the-way" honk. Unusual around here. Oncoming traffic, he couldn't pass. I looked back at him and moved left, driving the point home I was not pulling off the road to let him by and he was staying behind me until the oncoming lane cleared.

The real workout was pulling the canoe down the road I live on. It's a sand road and all the recent rain turned it to soup. It hasn't completely dried out yet.