Cycling and Rednecks is Oil and Water by Michael French
Allright, here’s what happened today. I started out in Kernersville, at my place, and got about a mile down the road to be yelled at by some local, “GETOFFTHEROAD.” I whipped around in an intersection and gave chase. I know, it’s against the rules but I was turning around anyway and it looked like I was gonna do that- it seemed natural that I would come around, so the guy didnt immediately get hopped up. I caught the guy in the blue pickup with a ladder on top, I was in the left lane and he was in the right lane, surprised that I caught him. He yelled in as hick a voice as I can imagine, literally missing teeth, “GET AN ENGINE ON THATTHINGANDGETOFFTHEROAD.” SO, I shot back, I have exactly as much right to be on this road as you my friend. I really said that, i didnt yell or swear. He jammed on the gas and got caught at a red, a few lights up. So I gingerly approached the jackass and said casually that “it turns out that I am the engine on my bike.” And the dude kinda laughed, and I could tell he was shocked I could catch him in his motorized futuremobile from planet “Rusted Chevy ’78.”
Sure, I’m wearing tight clothing and a jersey that is the flag of France. So what? It’s a Kraftwerk jersey and I like it. Plus it was like 60 degrees out today in the shade.
MikeAcrossAmerica.com
