Got Cheese?

Whine, whine, whine.

No matter where you are, riding angry is a bad place to be. 

And sometimes, where you are turns into such a bad place to be, the riding turns angry.

The snowbirds are here!  The beach is covered with em, they flock our restaurant entrances.  They squawk from the sidewalks and the roads, and leave their mess on condo balconies.  They ride bikes pulled from the trash and drive really big cars.  They don't look and they can't hear.  They are a menace in the grocery store isles.

And they spell death to my little neighborhood cycling route!  

(Ok, I am a bike snob.  But seriously people, did the Cadillac cost so much you have to pick the trash for a bike?)

They yell from the road, "Use the sidewalk!" 

From the sidewalk I yell, "Are you blind?" 

They roll their really big cars out of the condo drives, straight across the walks through their own little tunnels of oblivion - into or over anyone foolish enough to be there.

The Snowbirds are here and the rest of us would go elsewhere if we could.  But elsewhere on our coast is far worse, so we find the nooks and crannies in which to ride and hide and wait them out.  

Hope they don't discover my favorite (walk-to) beach entrance!

So goodbye beach riding for the next few months, and thank goodness for the mountain bikes!  We can escape traffic for singletrack, at least on weekends.

Now if only we had our own Publix....