I haven't gone for a bike ride since Christmas Day. It snowed, and the snow never melted because it stayed so flipping cold.
Then yesterday and today, a reprieve! The trail was clear enough and it was already in the 40s, so I headed out for my ride. And for the first time in awhile, I was overdressed! The gloves came off after 10 minutes, and the jacket after 40. I wished I could've taken my tights off too, but I had no place to put them.
Anyway, myself and about 4 million other people were on the trail. This blog will briefly summarize some of the things I encountered on this obstacle course of a ride.
1) The first (and last) parts of my ride are on a portion of the trail that goes through a retirement community. No matter how loudly I shout "ON YOUR LEFT", these people don't hear me. They tend to wander and drift about the path, so I am force to shout and subsequently apologize for startling them as I weave my way through the parade of the elderly.
2) When I got closer to my old office building in Glendale, I encountered no less than 100 people jogging in a big spread out and somewhat clumped pack. They had no numbers on, so it was not a race, yet they didn't interact with each other in a way that would imply they all meant to be there at the same time. Strange.
3) Strollers too numerous to mention. And with that, sun bonnets and large floppy hats also plentiful.
4) Children on their bikes, who don't understand "on your left" means "please move to the right of the trail so that I may pass you without incident", forcing me to off-road it.
5) A shirtless man with headphones on, I think maybe doing "the Snake".
6) A man in a recumbent tricycle, with a large orange flag waving behind him. If it was intended to make him more visible, it was superfluous.
7) Piles and piles of horse manure.
9) An elderly couple, not heeding my warnings, feeding aforementioned squirrels. When I approached this obstacle, slowly, the couple saw me, barely moved, and continued feeding the squirrels. The squirrels were too distracted by the food and too unsure about which direction to go, so I ended up nearly running one over. We shared a near-death experience as I was forced to suddenly stop, remain balanced (not enough room to unclip because the elderly couple never moved out of my way entirely), take the Lord's name in vain, and allow the squirrel to dart back and forth three times before finally running away and allowing me to continue forward instead of falling over sideways.
With these amusing encounters and the pleasant temperature, it was a lovely 25 miles.
"And I'm on your freaking left".