Taking advantage of the wonderful weather this week, I slotted a little bike ride into the schedule today. Along East Ave to Pittsford, through Mendon Ponds Park and back via Clover to East Ave and home.
On the decline to the 490 underpass on East Ave the passenger in the car in front of me throws an empty Red Bull can out of the window. It lands in my path on the road bouncing around. It bobs to the left, I weave right. It weaves right, I bob left. Then it leaves an opening on the inside and I skip past!
At St John’s College I take the turn to the right towards Pittsford Village. The road here rises a bit, I look up and see a cyclist near the top a 150 yards or so ahead of me. I return my gaze to the road 8 or 10 feet in front of me. A bit later I happen to look up again and the cyclist is right in front of me! He’s riding against traffic. I gesture that he should be on the other side of the road and veer around him.
I pedal through Pittsford, make a left on Barker Road and turn right into Mendon Ponds Park. A couple of deer are lounging beside the road. I nod to them in a most courteous way. They stare back. That’s all I get for crying during the Bambi movie?
I pedal through the park turning right onto Clover. This road rolls nicely up and down, and if the wind is right then you can coast along quite wonderfully. I roll down towards the junction with Jefferson Road in indeed beautiful style. I am dressed all in blue, the bike is shiny red. My feet are level, my hands relaxed under in the handlebars, my elbows straight beneath my shoulders, my back flat. Just before getting to Jefferson there is the junction with Tobey. I have a green light. Across the street is a female road cyclist in a bright yellow wind jacket. She is waiting to cross Clover at the pedestrian crossing. Ehh, waiting? No. She looks right at me and starts to cross. I come at the junction at around 30mph. We make eye contact. Surely she’ll avoid a collision course. She smiles and keeps going. I hit the brakes, swing around her. Possibly certain Dutch words escape me.
At the end of Clover I turn left back onto East Ave. I arrive at the traffic lights just before the 490 underpass together with a commuter on a mountain bike. “How ya doin’?” he says. “Nice weather, huh?” I say. The light turns green and he takes off fast in a very small gear, rapidly shifting up. He has one of those small mirrors attached to his helmet. He keeps checking that mirror to see if indeed he’s putting daylight between us. Sneaky to use one’s mirror for such a purpose!
I pedal on completing the 0.75 miles along East Ave home to Brunswick Street without anything untoward happening.