sometimes people underestimate the speed of a bike.
Somewhere in Deland, we were making a right turn and a car was speeding to try and beat me to it, makes the turn with me, fat dood in front seat says, "who the F O CK rides a bike at night"
and I responded, "Fock You A s s Ho Le.." Was hoping he would stop, cause I get hot in the collar quick...
His response was "you heard me"...
anyhow, they kept going, I did try and chase for a minute, but they were gone. When I got the gas station I was secretly hoping he would be there so I could confront him, in my tight bike clothes. LMAO, But Alas, that was the end of the conflict.
The weird part of night one was rolling to St FRancis and thiking I kept seeing things off to my right.
Like, did i just see something that was glowing and moving. It happened several times, I "explained it away" as the moonlight, but It sure did make me wonder.
I ended up hitting a freaking water break or a stair thing similar to what you find towards the end of the Ididaride before the big river spot. And I straight up went over the bars and the bike somehow gave me a bruise. I stopped dead, Kind of funny.