Up at 6 am. Did my small load of laundry, brushed my teeth, saddled my horse and was off in search of food. This morning I had a wonderful breakfast of country fried steak and scrambled eggs with potatoes and an English muffin. Coffee goes with out saying.
It was an exciting ride for a few miles just outside Kissimmee. Suddenly the bike path was no more and cars and bike had to share the road. I went into the grass a couple of times in an effort to look behind me to cross the highway where small lengths of sidewalks were available. At the end of this highway was Kissimmee Gatorade! Wow! I’ve been drinking Gatorade by the gallons. I thought it might be an opportunity to grab some discount tickets or freebies from the source! No luck. It was just a secure bottling plant and none of the suits that could authorize such a thing were there. Drats!
I left the plant and rode on for a few miles. This was very busy highway with semi-trucks passing me as frequently as the cars. I had enough room on the shoulder to stay out of the way. My eye caught a small black and white kitten scrunched down in the grass about five feet away from the road. It looked very scared and maybe hurt. I stopped my bike a few feet away and laid it down. I walked slowly toward it so as not scare it. I could see a couple of ants on it’s head and thought it had probably been there a while and maybe even injured. I approached slowly and it watched me. I reached for it and just before I could touch it, it shot out onto the highway. I watched in horror as his little body went under the wheel of a semi-truck and bounced between the road and the bottom of the trailer. My hands instantly grabbed my head and I yelled out loud but was drowned out by the blast from the truck’s air brakes. The truck couldn’t stop with all the traffic behind him and I watched as he slowly went down the road.
I looked back at the kitten as the rest of the cars straddled it as they went by and I thought, what I have I done?! When there was a break in the stream of cars I picked the remains up and placed them in the grass. It was awful.
I guess sometimes you should just be the observer and let nature take it’s course. His death stuck with me the whole day.
I have been drinking gallons of water and Gatorade but my bathroom stops seem unnecessary. I’m sweating it all out. Today my legs felt great and had no soreness or pain from my knee.
The weather was ideal all day. I had the wind with me most of the time. Although it helps to move you along, you end up not having any breeze to cool you off. Basically you’re riding in still air. The sun was much brighter today and I can feel it on my face.
Just a few miles from Lakeland I had my first flat tire. A small screw that I could hear tapping in rhythm. To make things worse my air pump broke. Luckily, Dale, a man about 60 years old pulled up in his pickup. He had an air compressor that worked like a charm. I thanked him, shook his hand and told him I’d mention him in my post. Done.