- I rode the 50 mile route, except that I missed a turn near the end and wound up doing about 51.5 miles total.
- My suspicious mammal brain kept me safe. As I was riding along, a black pickup passed me, pulled over up ahead and the guy got out. As I approached, he seemed to be rummaging in the truck, then turned as I came up to him with one hand behind his back, and pointed at the RoadID number pinned to the front of my jacket. He said, "Racing?" I said, "No, sir. Just riding." And I kept on riding. In my rear view mirror, I saw him get back in his truck and drive away. I offered him respect ("No, sir"). I gave him confusing information (said, "No, just riding" when I clearly was wearing some kind of event number). And I didn't hang around to get clobbered (or whatever he was planning to do if I had responded the way he expected). (It might have been more honest to say something like, "I'm participating in a charity ride," but I don't even care. I'm just happy that I managed to misdirect the predator at the crucial moment, escape, and complete the ride safely.)
- Along the way, I encountered some old friends who were also participating in the ride and also met some new friends. It was a very positive experience.
- I got a lot of endorphins from the extended exercise.
I don't expect most days to have multiple parts, but it's okay if they do. :)
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