Vern at His Best

I was a little hesitant to put this on the blog due it’s personal nature, but my wife encouraged me to post it, (She never allows me to get to full of myself) so here goes: I decided to take a break from writing and go on an hour bike ride. It was a beautiful Florida chamber of commerce type day, 68 degrees, blue sky, no wind, you get the picture. So I get all my fancy bike riding gear on and climb on my Cannodale with all the trimmings. Started out on my ride going out east to ride in the farmland, cross under the interstate and was just cruising along. Kind of day dreaming, some would say spacing out. All of sudden I hear this ring, ring and this "old guy" (probably two or three years younger than me) riding a fat tire cruiser, high handlebars, New Balance shoes, no toe clips passes me like a freight train leaving a tramp. He quickly opens up about a fifty meter gap on me. Then I got pissed. I could not believe this old guy was beating me. So I kicked it into gear, pedaled furiously passed him and opened up a gap of about 100 meters, just started to relax because I figured I had dusted him when I got a flat tire. So I had to pullover, he passed me, smiled at me and pedaled away. Have a nice day. Had to call my wife to come and pick me up. Thought she was going to crash when I told he the stroy she was laughing so hard.