I thought it would be easy to get to three thousand miles this spring, on a bike that can go 150 miles. But it has been a real struggle to find more than one or two days a week without rain, or threats of rain. Finally crossed that point yesterday. I checked their webpage, and saw that Anna Cabana was finally reopening, after remodeling. They too have been struggling with rain making construction stretch on. I think I got to be their first customer. They had to run a phone line across the floor to temporarily hook up the card reader. But the kitchen was up and running, and my lunch was great, made better by the view of Lake Anna.
I, once again, promised myself that I will never again ride across the lake on Rt 208. I thought it would be fine, since they have recently done a nice paved three foot shoulder along this very busy road. I was thinking about how nice this addition was as I was coming down a hill at about 33 mph, and saw a big rig pulling a huge boat on a flatbed trailer coming down the hill behind me. Then I noticed fresh grass thrown out on the shoulder by a lawnmower. I saw the mower driver heading across his lawn at a good clip, looking down at his ample stomach, probably wondering what might still be down below it that he hadn't seen in years. I am figuring the converging trajectories of me, the boat truck, and the lawnmower, in my head, and thinking, surely, this guy won't head out onto the shoulder of this busy highway without looking for traffic...right. At the last moment, I used the international signal for, "Look out! I'm moving over!" (a quick turn of my head, and my left elbow jutting out) to hopefully alert the truck driver, as I passed the bald top of the mower driver's head by inches. I hope he had to change his Depends.
I, once again, promised myself that I will never again ride across the lake on Rt 208. I thought it would be fine, since they have recently done a nice paved three foot shoulder along this very busy road. I was thinking about how nice this addition was as I was coming down a hill at about 33 mph, and saw a big rig pulling a huge boat on a flatbed trailer coming down the hill behind me. Then I noticed fresh grass thrown out on the shoulder by a lawnmower. I saw the mower driver heading across his lawn at a good clip, looking down at his ample stomach, probably wondering what might still be down below it that he hadn't seen in years. I am figuring the converging trajectories of me, the boat truck, and the lawnmower, in my head, and thinking, surely, this guy won't head out onto the shoulder of this busy highway without looking for traffic...right. At the last moment, I used the international signal for, "Look out! I'm moving over!" (a quick turn of my head, and my left elbow jutting out) to hopefully alert the truck driver, as I passed the bald top of the mower driver's head by inches. I hope he had to change his Depends.