This morning on my way to work, I got into a race. Didn't mean to, but it just happened. I was tooling along this great little country lane, winding past horse farms and new subdivisions, breathing in the cool spring air, watching horses romp in the morning mist and cows chewing their cud from the morning feeding. The road isn't in great shape due to the winter and there are lots of bad potholes and broken asphalt, so I was riding at an easy pace. Just a nice relaxing ride before work.
I saw him, in my rearview mirror, come up from behind and cross to my
left. He swooped up along side of me and then eased off a bit so we
where running about the same speed (35 mph or so) just 6 feet apart. I
should have backed off but didn't. What the hell was he thinking?
We stayed this way for a short time (seemed much longer, but was
probably only 5 seconds). We both slowed a bit, as he peeled off to the
left gradually, still staying even with me.
He then pulled his nose up, flaired his wings and glided to a perfect
landing among about a hundred of his Canada Geese brethren, grazing in
the grass and mist along side a small creek.
Man I love riding a motorcycle.