A whole region in a bad mood.

Well Saturday was a long ride. We headed out from the Coffee Tree in Mt Lebo where the mtlccc had left from hours earlier.

Who else got 3 free issues of Bicycling magazine? The Mt Lebo Cycling and Caffeine club got a shout out in it. Im glad that I get 3 free issues, because every other issue is the same, so I will read the first one, read the second one, then realize while reading the third that it is actually the same as the first.
"Rock hard abs in 72 seconds while learning to spring like Lance" by Chris Carmichael.

Anyway, the ride was hard and fast and we are so cool cause we had on team kits blah blah. But the people were just so irritable. Maybe it was that as armchair coaches, their beloved Steelers were not playing the next day. Maybe the lack of sunlight this winter is finally starting to wear on people. Scratch that one. Where we ride, people dont leave their houses, except in cars to drive places to buy stuff. I am sure that the neon lights are still on at wal mart.

Stopped at the T intersection of 519 and route 50, for a 45 second discussion on which way to go to get 4.5 hours of riding in, a man turning left onto 519 informed us that there is a parking lot where we nearby where we should stand. Fine, we were taking up some space on the road and not moving, there were no cars around and we weren't holding anybody up. In fact, we were CYCLISTS STOPPED AT A STOP SIGN! This was possibly the first time in history cyclists were yelled out for obeying the law.
"ok thanks" honest first response
"maybe you shouldnt stand in the middle of a highway.."
"umm if you think this is a highway you must live on a dirt road..."
"YOU ASSHOLES.."
The man's conversation not only prolonged our stopping time at the intersection, but also proved that we could sit there another minute without holding up any traffic, because there were no cars around, because we are in the middle of nowhere.

Next.
At least two instances of people going the other direction honking at us, getting our attention, then flipping us off. What is that about?

I remember when I was in highschool and my friends used to drive to the The Projects to buy drugs. They would always take the one black kid that we knew to go with them. He was some sort of an ambassador to the neighborhood or something.

Obviously, five dudes riding country roads in spandex is going to offer a reaction, but come on. Yes, Jernigan is dressed so Euro that he would be mistaken for the actual Euro amongst us, which might warrant a honk. Or maybe the slightly less Euro looking, but actually from Europe guy, who if conversation were had in this war against immigration, might warrant a honk. But the middle finger too?

Of the five of us; one was actually FROM THE SOUTH; one was from Greene County and is an avid hunter/fisherman. We have ambassadors to your region!
Does Primal wear make an orange camouflage cycling kit? Should we install gun/carcass racks on our bikes while wearing these kits to make it seem as if we are just going hunting and have all lost our driving licenses due to DUI's?

Anyway, the queen of them all was 20 miles out when we passed a turn and climbed out of Oakdale, a car waiting at the stop sign pulled out and M-F'ed us while they tore tire. They were at least 50 yards behind us, but still felt the need to do this.

Dont let the bastards get you down. I still had fun. Thanks for the ride Jeremy, Mike, Chris, and Steve.

Cheer up Western PA.