First off my grandfather is doing a little better. I also found out that the guy who got killed on the bike was coming from a concert I almost went to. Several of my friends knew him and saw him before he left on that ill fated journey. I will say that it seems as if cars have been extra nice to me lately and I must wonder if its because of that, or maybe they're just in awe of my badass bike.
Speaking of which I finally got passed by a cyclist. The vast majority of folks on bikes in my town, and there are a lot of them, aren't in a hurry. Flying past a kid on a BMX bike isn't exactly thrilling. Although it is funny when they are pumping away going over one of the bridges, usually riding illegally on the sidewalk and I casually go past. Pretty much the same feeling when I blow by people on mountain bikes. So over the weekend I'm riding back from corning and I hear someone say something, I look over my shoulder and there's a guy right beside me, we say hello and he goes by. I then followed him for probably a mile or two and while he was clearly faster he wasn't that much faster which made me feel good. Maybe I'll try a group ride later this week. And while in the biking world a 13 mile ride is a freaking warm up I'm still pretty tired after riding 13 miles, doing physical labor for a 6 hours or so then riding 13 miles back home. There was one person on a forum claiming the first 30 miles of their commute is rolling country hills then 12 flat miles of increasing traffic as they get into town. I can't imagine what must be a 2.5 hour or more commute each way. My commute to my normal work is just under 2 miles, it takes like 6 minutes and I'm still drenched in sweat when I get there. Then again I do tend to move along pretty quickly, slow is boring.
UPDATE: Shit. It's a different story everyday. I just got a message from my sister, apparently grandpa's non-responsive and his kidneys are shutting down.... Shit.