Today, on my ride home, on one of the shaded streets I tend to favor when it is over 100F, I encountered a salmon. Actually, it was somewhat lucky I didn't run into a salmon. Ho, hum, some of you may be thinking, salmon are all over the place. I've even posted about salmon on bikes. Well, this was no "bicyclis vulgaris gutteria." This was a full blooded Texas Proud salmon. I didn't get a whole lot of details other than it was blue, 90's Japanese hatchback, and all of a sudden I was headed straight toward her grille.
I was just coming up on the ET mailbox which marks a right turn on my route. From the other direction came the blue car, driven by an older lady. As she completed her left and then kept coming until she straightened in a good lane position had she been in the UK. This is not a situation I practice for. If she were going off the road, swerving right would do me little good. If she realized she wasn't still back in England, swerving left would be even worse. I was too startled to yell. All I did was slow down and hope that it wouldn't hurt too much. For anyone reading this that likes riding the wrong way because it'll give you a chance to jump off your bike, all I can say is cycle a block in my shoes before you say such again. Actually, 50 feet is plenty.
As my pulse and blood pressure dropped after she suddenly realized she was about to encounter a cyclist head on and swerved back to the RIGHT side of the road, related thoughts passed through my head. We had a news feature this morning about "Hot Car Death." It hadn't crossed my mind that the milder form of "Hot Car Fuzzy" might represent a danger to me. Still, my favorite theory is that motorist salmon have formed a breeding population of Texas Salmon. These have been appearing frequently (like a couple of times a week) where they drive the wrong way down a freeway or toll road until the odds catch up with them. Great graphics.
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