Well, I wasn't commuting to work but was riding home from the local vegetable stand and I'm very much to the right of the white line on a 2-lane road that has a posted limit of 35mph. I ride this road frequently and have never had an issue until yesterday. The paved section of the shoulder is about 30 inches wide and the dirt portion is about 5 feet then there's a nice, deep ditch with a lot of blackberries (Mother Nature's version of concertina wire).

I have this uncanny sense that something bad is about to happen, then hear the jake brake of this truck barreling down from behind. One evasive move and I'm onto the rough gravel about 3 inches from the fender of a septic pumping truck. I was so busy trying to stay upright and out of the way I couldn't see the name of the company but I will definitely remember the truck. Next time I see it, the owner's going to get a call after I get the number off the side.

Anyway, the only damage was an unfixable pinch flat from a rock I ran over hard, an increased adrenaline flow for a while then this urge to absolutely throttle someone.

Suffice it to say it was a foul commute from the veggie stand and it would have been a crappy way to go but in the end I'm still able to find some humor in the situation and climb back on the saddle so it coulda been a lot worse. Too bad I didn't get a name or phone number though. I contemplated a call to Johnny Law but there are so many white septic trucks on the road it would have been a crap shoot to get the correct one to file a complaint against and I can wait...I'll see the truck again someday. It's a small world around here.