First, I have been surprised by the supportive tone of the comments about my friend B's actions when he was accosted by an irate motorist. I expected a chorus of "what'd he expect?" He did reap what he sowed - he has cuts and bruises to prove it.
But the guy who treated him so badly is realizing that feeling empowered to abuse just anyone can result in imprisonment. Sad that it's just the one guy. We need a TV show about angry drivers getting their comeuppance - instead of another show about guys beating up one another.
On Sunday, Tamar and I on our motorcycle joined seven other riders for a glorious loop in the mountains. We rode to the summit of Mt Evans at 14,000ft, where it was 39 degrees.
The pace, the level of passing aggressiveness and the company were all perfect. Why tell you this?
Because I have been on one group ride after another, on both bicycles and motorcycles (all three major Denver area bicycle clubs and a local high-end motorcycle club) and not enjoyed even one of them. They felt dangerous or raggedy-ass. Or some of the participants were ill-mannered.
I became afraid that I was growing old, mean and characteristically gloomy. Too quick to criticize. Impossible to satisfy.
Think I'm relieved?