T-Bone

Great 50-mile ride this a.m. I may be OK for BroFest yet. Bob and I got out early and timed it perfectly between last night’s rains and those expected later today. Pretty strong throughout, and the double espresso got me to the finish. Bob and I make a good team.

Up along Saint Anthony Parkway some stoopid broad raced out from a gas station on the left. Right in front of us. At first I thought she was only going to side swipe us. But no, straight across the road to another driveway. Talking on her cell the whole time, in spite of our not-so-mild protestations. I had to crank on the brakes hard to avoid it. And Bob was 15 feet in front of me. If he hadn’t been on top of things, he’d have been T-boned dead on. On his new ride no less. As it was, he very nearly T-boned her.

There are some really distracted, moronic drivers out there. Be careful.