Nearing home on the rising, curving single back-county lane of Daniels Run, a shape appeared and disappeared above the horizon of pavement, bobbing right then left, the bulk of this something hidden by the next hill my car would climb. I thought I was seeing things.
Reaching the crest, I thought I was seeing things.
A dude in his full Spandex Pointy-helmeted glory was speed-skating against traffic in the other lane, glancing casually over his shoulder as I passed heading uphill the same direction he was.
I didn’t look back to see what happened when the next oncoming car would have encountered him quite unexpectedly on a curve and just over the top of the hill.
But I did wonder how to submit a Darwin Awards nomination. And next pass down that road a few days later, I looked for his carcass in the ditch along with the bloated daily deer suicide victim. Unfortunately, his genes live on.
Speed skating on hilly rural road?? Too stupid for words! Likely also one of the fools (or a close relative) of those who routinely come to Richmond seeking repeal of VA’s helmet laws.
I’m always amazed that the narrowest, twisty-turniest, hilliest country road around here is the one that all the cyclists like to ride on. It is nervewracking to drive out that way, when there could be a gaggle of bikers around any given curve.