We cyclists often hear of less than cordial exchanges between riders and pickup trucks. So I think it's important to highlight the times when the opposite happens.
Riding back to Oxford tonight from the Thursday Westside ride, I heard a vehicle coming up behind me. Something big by the sound of it. The engine gunned and I looked left to see a large pickup rolling by in the left lane. Rusty fenders, dual stacks, flatbed, the whole picture. And through the window a big excited grin looking my way.
"YER DOIN' THURTY MILES 'N HOUR, BOY! YEEE-HAW!"
He gunned it again, and as he shot down the road I saw a big thumbs-up sign out of the driver side window.
Made my day.
(And before anyone asks: downwind, long gradual downhill.)
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3 comments:
Awesome! Thanks for sharing this one -- always good to share the love.
Now I know he's lying! Adam would have been doing 40 under the conditions he described. Nice try though ;)
It would also be more believable if the guy in the truck had given Adam some sick wattage number as well....
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