On my ride this morning, I ran the following creatures off the road: Pigeons, Deer, and a Moose. Here are some things I regret about my ride: I wasn't carrying a nice camera. Also, I wasn't very quick to get what camera I had (the cheapo one on my cell phone) out of my pocket. As a consequence, the picture of this moose is pretty bad.
I love that about early-morning rides. Previously, however, I thought these kind of encounters were limited to mountain biking. I'm glad they're not.
While I was stopped shooting pictures, a few cyclists rode past. I decided to see if I could hang with them a bit. After a mile or so, I realized that they were actually going slower than my previous pace. As I sped past them, I looked over and saw a couple of old men.
Where's the glory in that? Also, why did they look like young, super-fit cyclists to me before I blew by?