Today, I went on a rather “vanilla” ride out to the Handymart and back. It’s about 40 miles and I’ve traveled it many times. There’s really nothing new to discuss on this route and I toyed with the idea of not bringing my camera. In the end, I decided to throw it in a jersey pocket and off I went.
About 12 miles into the trip, I came across three vultures sitting on the fence by the side of the road. I’ve never seen them so close. I grabbed my camera and took a picture to commemorate the moment. Unfortunately, I don’t have Tootlepedal’s camera dexterity and one bird flew off while I fiddled with turning it on. Two of the birds were good enough to pose for me despite my fussing.
Then, at Mile 23, I got to draft some farm equipment. This plow was puttering along at 14 mph, which was actually a tad slow for me, but it was a unique experience all the same. After a mile, he pulled over to let us pass, which I thought was nice. The Mustang behind me then gunned his engine to prove to all of us that he has a fast car. We were all properly impressed, I guess.
So there you have it – two unusual events captured for posterity due to a last-minute decision to bring the camera, and another example of why we should follow the Boy Scout Motto, and always be prepared.
P.S. I would be remiss if I did not mention the crash of a U.S. Navy F-18 in Virginia Beach yesterday, the day after we concluded our vacation there. The crash occurred about a mile from Naval Air Station Oceana, which I pedaled past on my ride Tuesday morning. The plane slammed into some apartment buildings, destroying three of them and damaging two others. Amazingly, nobody was killed. There are, however, 16 families who lost everything they owned and are now homeless. Our thoughts and prayers are with them.