Last night's ride was 105, but with only a ~7mph headwind. I seem to have attracted a scofflaw of mine own, albeit a low-grade one. This 45-ish year old guy rides an old road bike, and blows every light, going through town. I'll sometimes run them in there's no traffic/ nearby witnesses, but I'm pretty circumspect about it. Anyway, I've spoken to him both times I've passed him, without reply.
He hits the trail about the same place as me, too. Tuesday, he got way ahead of me, running the lights I stopped at, and I didn't catch and pass him for a few miles. Last night, I got on the trail before him, but I dunno how far ahead...

At a point where I was coming abreat of two joggers, he decides he needs to pass right now, splitting the trail between the joggers and myself. I stayed just off his wheel and to the left to see if he was gonna maintain the speed he passed with. Given the heat, I wasn't planning to race the guy if he really was going faster than I wanted to. After a few hundred yards, he hawked and spat a big ol' ****er over his left shoulder, narrowly missing me. I don't know if he knew I was there, or if he was thinking he'd dropped me after passing. I went ahead and passed then. He was pretty far back when I tuned off across the river, toward home.


oh, and ~85 degrees at 7am this morning. the clouds of riparian insect life have caused me to start wearing clear glasses for the riverside part of the trail. not quite to the point of wearing the bandito bandana to keep em out of my pipes yet, but I did swallow a few — thought not enough to determine if they taste like chicken...