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Nice weather for ducks
Dec. 23rd, 2006 06:30 pmActually, that doesn't mean it was raining, in this particular case. It means that while we were enjoying the 60-degree weather by taking a bike ride, at one point a low-flying flock of ducks was right along with us, and for a few seconds there was a duck flying 3 feet in front of my face, and of course, when we got where we were going and I took my helmet off, there was duck poop on it.
Backing up a bit from the ducks, we fired up the bikes and rode first down to Jessup, to the annual holiday open house at Bob's BMW. Free cookies and other munchies, including West African Peanut-Chicken Soup (I have no idea why), lots of stuff on sale, and lots of other people milling around. We didn't stay long, as we hadn't had lunch yet - just long enough to say hi to all the assorted salespeople, and for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
squirrel_magnet to stop by the service desk and make an appointment to drop his bike off in January for some work that's gonna take a couple of weeks; they've got to fabricate a part from scratch - and to look at lots of shiny new bikes. Which we're not going to buy.
A state trooper was parked just past the driveway to Bob's all day - hoping to catch who knows what - speeders? Bikers without helmets? Besides that we've not seen anybody violate MD's helmet law yet other than idiot kids with those teeny scooters on city streets, especially the BMW riders as a group are pretty likely to be law-abiding, more so than perhaps, say, a comparable number of Harley riders. But I suppose it was a pleasant day for a cop to sit there with his radar gun and the windows down, doing nothing.
Then we went on down Route 1 to Laurel, to the Silver Diner. That was when the ducks merged into traffic. Eventually they veered off to the east, thank goodness; it is really disconcerting to have ducks flying that close. After we ate, we took Route 1 most of the way home. Since I don't see well in the dark, I don't like getting on the interstate and doing 65; even 45 on Route 1 taxes my abilities. The last few miles coming back here, one has a choice: narrow local roads, residential with lots and lots of blind driveways, and not nearly enough street lights, or IH-695, the Baltimore Beltway, with interstate speeds. I decided 695 was the lesser of the evils; 55 mph is the speed limit, so doing only 50 doesn't count as obstructing traffic for legal purposes. It sure annoys drivers, though - sorry about that. But even 50 really is outrunning my night vision, and it's mildly terrifying.
Today's music was Pachelbel's Canon in D, now stuck in my head, so I hummed that at the top of my lungs while rolling along. Dee da da dee, da da dee, da da deedle-weedle, dee da da dee da da dee dee, dee, deedle deedle deedle...
Backing up a bit from the ducks, we fired up the bikes and rode first down to Jessup, to the annual holiday open house at Bob's BMW. Free cookies and other munchies, including West African Peanut-Chicken Soup (I have no idea why), lots of stuff on sale, and lots of other people milling around. We didn't stay long, as we hadn't had lunch yet - just long enough to say hi to all the assorted salespeople, and for
squirrel_magnet to stop by the service desk and make an appointment to drop his bike off in January for some work that's gonna take a couple of weeks; they've got to fabricate a part from scratch - and to look at lots of shiny new bikes. Which we're not going to buy.A state trooper was parked just past the driveway to Bob's all day - hoping to catch who knows what - speeders? Bikers without helmets? Besides that we've not seen anybody violate MD's helmet law yet other than idiot kids with those teeny scooters on city streets, especially the BMW riders as a group are pretty likely to be law-abiding, more so than perhaps, say, a comparable number of Harley riders. But I suppose it was a pleasant day for a cop to sit there with his radar gun and the windows down, doing nothing.
Then we went on down Route 1 to Laurel, to the Silver Diner. That was when the ducks merged into traffic. Eventually they veered off to the east, thank goodness; it is really disconcerting to have ducks flying that close. After we ate, we took Route 1 most of the way home. Since I don't see well in the dark, I don't like getting on the interstate and doing 65; even 45 on Route 1 taxes my abilities. The last few miles coming back here, one has a choice: narrow local roads, residential with lots and lots of blind driveways, and not nearly enough street lights, or IH-695, the Baltimore Beltway, with interstate speeds. I decided 695 was the lesser of the evils; 55 mph is the speed limit, so doing only 50 doesn't count as obstructing traffic for legal purposes. It sure annoys drivers, though - sorry about that. But even 50 really is outrunning my night vision, and it's mildly terrifying.
Today's music was Pachelbel's Canon in D, now stuck in my head, so I hummed that at the top of my lungs while rolling along. Dee da da dee, da da dee, da da deedle-weedle, dee da da dee da da dee dee, dee, deedle deedle deedle...
