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Go, Speed Racer, go!

ride "loaded"My family thinks I am nuts (and they are probably correct), but here’s a funny story…

Frequently, a radar-toting County Sheriff’s car sits in the ball-field entrance right up the road from our house.  I’ve gotten used to passing by him and waving, and he usually waves back.  A few times, upon spotting him – especially on the downhill with a good tailwind – I decided to really pedal like hell, hoping he’ll radar me.  OK, I’m crazy.  For the record, I can rarely break 25 mph according to my trip odometer, even on my lightweight road bike (sigh) and considerably less when I am riding with groceries or otherwise “loaded”.   The posted limit is 45 mph.

Anyway, I think he gets enough of a laugh out of seeing me behaving like such an idiot (much like my family), and recently decided to flash his lights and blast his siren at me as I lamely tried to race by … at around 22 mph.  LOL!  And who says cops don’t have a sense of humor?!