In the last 45 minutes two cars passed too close to me. I yelled at both. 3 miles from home a low life male threw a big gulp cup of soda at me from behind, missed, but it splashed on my legs and shoes. I gave the driver of the dark gray Dodge Challenger the finger, big time. At the very next intersection, the dark Dodge Challenger with black-out windows (and nice sounding throaty exhaust) was waiting in a driveway to the right. When I saw it I pointed, turned, and headed for it. The driver backed out and a passenger threw an empty can toward me as the car drove away. My dad taught me not to start something I wasn't gonna finish. Well I WAS gonna finish, but the chicken-sh*ts in the car couldn't handle it. F*ckin' cowards.
In other news...
...today is the first time in a LONG time that I've weight trained and ridden on the same day.
...looks like Caves Road north of Fairmont will be paved in August.
... #24 + 6