I left at 9:30 AM.
I biked the Stone’s River Greenway, then cut through Old Fort Park, to the Parkway, bicycled up to a new store, then to the used CD store.
Then, things started to get unpleasant.
Waiting on my bike, at the edge of the parking lot, I notice a pot hole in the road, filled with muddy water. At that same instant, at truck hit’s the hole. My grey hoodie doesn’t look any nicer with black spots.
I decide to try a shortcut :smack: , so I go to the newly re-opened Bridge Road.
A white pickup starts following me, blowing his horn, with the driver swearing at me for riding a bike. :mad: Suddenly, he swerves off the road into a driveway, & waits there. A Sherrif’s Patrol car passes us. I think: “Thank Ghod he’s off my ass”. The shithead pulls out of the driveway, right up behind me, & starts swearing & blowing his horn again. He knew what he was doing was wrong, but he went & did it anyway. Then, he throws a beer bottle at me, misses, & roars off around me.
I stop at the Hobby Lobby, a hobby/home decor superstore. Going in, I start looking at a cabinet. There is a large wooden chest over the cabinet, on a shelf. The shelf collapses, & traps my hand between the shelf & the cabinet. A customer & an employee have to free me. The manager apologises.
I start riding home, along Bridge Road. It is studded with dead skunks, dead squirrels, dead cats, and live rednecks. The smell is mixed skunk, dead dog, & manure from the cows pastured in the fields nearby.The construction is not completed, & the road is trashed with rocks. There proves to be no shoulder to the road, & the risk from traffic is real.
Going on to Samsonite Boulevard, a stray mutt starts chasing me, barking & snarling.
I arrive home at 11:45, spent, angry & sore.
