Do not ride with your mouth open.
That might seem as if it should be self-evident.
It is not.
Something about the cycling position, combined with the helmet, or…something makes your mouth want to be open. Not a gaping maw or anything, just, slightly ajar.
This can be a problem.
Bugs.
They travel in packs. Okay, maybe *packs* isn’t quite the right word. What is the collective noun for bugs? Horde? Swarm? Cloud?
Whatever.
There’s a bunch of them.
It’s never just one. Oh, no. It’s twenty or thirty of those little no-see-ums, and they, invariably, head straight for your slightly open mouth.
No doubt some of you possess the sang-froid to stay upright and perfectly balanced when spitting and coughing bugs. Or perhaps your tastes are merely eclectic when it comes to sources of protein.
Some of us are less cosmopolitan. Both in coordination and what we are willing to ingest.
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While we’re on the subject of bugs….
Sunscreen.
Picture it. Riding into the wind.
Picture it. Bugs coasting on the breeze.
Picture it. Little black bugs meet white and slightly sticky sunscreen.
PICTURE IT.
Yeah.…
Moving on.
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Pedestrians.
Ah. Dear, sweet, oblivious pedestrians.
I could babble on for hours about the inequities of pedestrians.
It would be like Steve complaining about other drivers. 😂
Don’t misunderstand! I was once one of those oblivious pedestrians. In light of my new knowledge, it’s a marvel I survived the experience.
For sake of brevity, I’ll limit my commentary to saying there appears to be a surfeit of optimistic pedestrians. Casual ramblers without the slightest clue a fledgling cyclist might not be capable of stopping on a dime.
Optimists.
Or suicidal.
Cycling is a dangerous sport.
All I’m sayin’.
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