My bike commute
has covered the same roads for the last five years. My curious nature has led me to explore
dozens of variations over that time. I
remember when I first rode the route I had to scrawl out the turns on a make
shift Que-sheet.
On one of my
early forays I purposely rode into a dead end because I thought there was a
bike friendly escape. My recollection of
that particular adventure was that I was looking into a dark abyss that seemed
to go nowhere. I turned around and stuck to the proven route.
This morning I
caught sight of another bike commuter in the pre-dawn darkness. Actually I only saw his red blinky about 200
meters ahead of me. He was going the
same way I was so I found myself compelled to close the gap.
As we approached
the intersection where I turn right every time I watched for him to turn so I
could count the seconds until I passed the same point to get an idea of how
soon I would catch him. He went straight
right past the DEAD END sign. This was
the route I had deemed impassable five years earlier. Whisky Tango Foxtrot.
Although it was
totally dark I followed his blinking red light.
He went down a gravel path and through an opening in a metal fence. I followed and threaded my bike through the
opening. It reminded me of the fences
around schools and parks that are designed so you can’t go barreling through. An opening and then a mini fence overlapping
the opening.
I continued and
there was a baseball field to one side and a football field on the other. Above the fields on a hill were well lit
buildings. They were big brick
buildings. This was either a business
campus or a school. The sports fields
told me it was a school. I followed a service
road up and around the buildings. I was
thinking I was home free when my headlight picked up a chain stretched across
the road just in time for me to swerve onto the grass avoiding a head over
heels adventure.
Soon I was back
onto public roads and I rejoicing that I had found a new route through one of
the few spots that didn’t seem to have any variations.
I wish I could
replay what I saw or thought I saw five years before. I didn’t see the rider after I passed the
first gate. If I see him I will thank
him.
You're welcome Davo !
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