|Happy F'n Thanksgiving|
In our vegan case, I’m not really sure what “the bird” is, but there are six drumsticks, …err…breasts, …hmm, …yummy looking lumpy brown things in our fridge. They came with the Whole Foods vegan Thanksgiving dinner which also includes gravy, mashed potatoes, stuffing, green beaners and a whole apple pie. Heat and serve. This is our first Thanksgiving without a real turkey. I’m not going to miss it. I only wish Whole Foods gave us enough for leftovers.
|Gardein...It's vegan for Turkey.|
With temps in the 50’s and party sunny skies, I headed out to do some 30-on 30-off intervals on a hilly local route we call the Amsterdam loop. I wasn’t about to waste a rare sunny workday afternoon in November banging out relentless intervals on a single hill. I opted to get the work in on each of the 5 hills I’d hit on the two hour loop, recover and enjoy the descents into the Ohio River Valley.
I was having a blast. Traffic was light. I knew anyone on the road was in a tizzy to get to grandma’s house, so I was being extra courteous. I made a conscious decision not to ride up the gutter at stoplights and instead let all the cars go ahead when it changed. I waved cars through intersections first, intent on keeping my good groove going. On the third downhill I got my Thanksgiving bird.
A line of 4-5 cars were coming up as I was going down. With a few twists on the blind hill, it was a double yellow. Zip! A black car darted out of line and hit the gas to pass headed right at me. My fingers moved to the brakes, but seeing me, he slipped back in line just as quick. What the hell was he thinking? It’s a double yellow on a hill! As I passed, his bird caught my eye. He mashed it up against the driver’s door window for the extra F-U effect. I returned the gesture, shaking mine to match his fervor and added a smile. Happy Thanksgiving mother effer.
So today, I give thanks for health, a wonderful wife who understands there's more time to ride if you order a pre-made dinner, blue skies, gardein and gravy, warm November afternoons and the douche bags that make it easy to write a cycling blog.