I was just riding along, minding my business in Garden of the Gods' Park, when my bike decided it was having none of that and bit me. Chomp!
Maybe it had something to do with my tall boy black socks?
Or maybe it was from attempting to teach myself some cross skills in as little time as possible?
Or maybe, truthfully, it was learning the hard way why you never dismount on the right side of your bike. Chain rings bite!
I know, I know. I shouldn't be sharing that I got a puncture wound on my left leg, which is normally no where near the drive train. But yesterday was special. (Or rather - I'm special.)
Fast forward 45 minutes.....
I swung by King Soopers (Colorado Springs' version of QFC) on my way home to pick something up and as I was leaving the parking lot, I might have cut an oncoming car off. Actually, come to think of it, I thought I had left him plenty of room. But as this guy rolled by in his Kia SUV, I saw him give me the bird. He speed up to a red light so I pulled up next to him and knocked on his window.
"Excuse me, but why did you flip me off?"
He gave me the deer in the headlights look.
"Flipping you off? Oh no! I was trying to figure out the wind whistle from my window gasket!"
We both giggled. He grabbed my hand and squeezed it - pretty much a KIA SUV hug - and I told him to have a nice day. Then I chuckled all the way home.