Neil Cherry wrote:
On my commute to work, few years ago, they had ripped up the road dead
center of my commute. Going around it involved either using a 1950's
concrete road (which hadn't been maintained since the 1940's, kathunk-
kathunk-kathunk) with high traffic or add several miles with heavier
traffic. Since it was a 30 mile commute (each way) adding miles was
not in my best interest.

So I investigated the construction site and figured out how to ride
though it. One day while on the return cummute I started down the
closed road. Shortly after getting on the road I heard a commotion and
in my mirror I was a car turn onto the same road. Turned out to be
some kids that wanted to have some fun at my expense. Thing was I knew
the road (and the recent 'repairs') and they didn't. The paved section
quickly disappeared and they had a rough slow ride which seemed to
aggrevate the hell out of them. But they kept coming, bottoming out,
hitting large holes, etc. I was in fear for my life because these boys
didn't seem to much in the way of IQ. They chased me for a mile and a
half. At this point the road had a pit which what about 8 feet deep
(they were flatting out an intersection). I knew the path through it
and dropped in (there was no way of avoiding it) and rode through.
They came to an emergency stop just short of the pit. I just kept
going. While I wasn't happy about the chase I was pleased with my
performace and the outcome. :-)

Much better than a Bill Baka story! Thanks.

(I forgot -- all the area kids LOVE Uncle Bill :-D )

Ride On, Bill *S*.