Today was overcast, with a nasty diagonal head/crosswind which seemed to suck all the life out of my bike. I was surprised to discover that my climbing muscles were quite sore (did Cemetery Hill in a headwind yesterday.) I still rode in the long way, but I didn't climb the big hill. I did roll down it, though. (Good trick, huh?)

The cows are feeling frisky in this warm weather--I've seen a few run along with me lately. I'm glad the fence is there, I have no experience in reading cows' intentions.

Idiots, on the other hand, are easier to read. On the way home, some young men in a gold sports car tried to scare me by driving up behind me quietly, then holding down the horn, gunning the engine, and screaming loudly out the window as they passed. I was glad I was on the part of the highway with the paved shoulder (took the short route home) so I knew they weren't road ragers trying to get me off the road. I got a mild adrenaline rush, wasn't hurt or threatened or thrown-at in any way, so I guess I don't particularly mind someone exercising a juvenile sense of humor at my expense. I wish they wouldn't do it in traffic, though.

BTW, the route has offered several interesting opportunities to watch and compare various rates of decomposition in roadkill lately...a raccoon, a rat, a big pigeon, several smaller birds....