Small town folks, flat tires and Tacos

So my theory of a wet summer is holding true, more rain last night made for extended time off the singletrack. Good thing I got that road bike instead of the Fat Possum.

So the day goes like this, head out Florence Blvd to ride the Omaha Trace. As I'm heading back in from Ft. Calhoun a car honks at me from behind, thanks for the warning, you can pass me now. HONK! OKAY, I get it you can Pass. HONK! HONK! Now I'm getting annoyed, so I turn around to see an elderly couple motioning me to get off the road. Apparently I'm supposed to move off the road to let them pass. It was a no passing zone after all! I ignore them, keep riding. More HONKING. By now I'm aggressively waving them by me, the honking distracts a runner who pulls off wondering what's going on. As I pass her as raise both hands, doing my "I dunno" look, she chuckles. Finally the old couple speed by me shouting out the window, I had my earphones in so who knows what they said. Life on dirt never has this much drama.

I cursed them in my head, while at the same time thinking "no I'm bigger than that". Apparently I was thinking too many negative thoughts because shortly after I flatted, Ahhh, Karma...

So T-Bone, P-Cakes and I are thinking Taco ride tomorrow. 6pm at the parking lot or we'll see you in Mineola. Ciao.