Today’s rides were among the most uncanny of my life. They were the tail end of a month long 70 mile per week post-coconut oil goal. A milestone overshadowed by traffic patterns that seemed to obey some unseen hand in some strange chaos experiment.
I found this picture from last week on my camera. I’m passing Blunt Park on the first leg of a 10 mile skate. This car was following me in the parking lane for over half a block. I took the picture for evidence in case anything happened.