The Beer Can

Saturday was a beautiful day for a ride. The kind of day that makes you want to bike from sea to sea. Fred and I met at 7:30 AM and went up to the Thousand Trails campground just past Cultus Lake. It's about 29 klm (18 mi) from our house. It was a real enjoyable ride. Elly picked Fred up a little later and I spent the day at the campground with Shelley and her family. I left for home around 6:30 PM. I was about 5 minutes down the road when I heard a vehicle coming from behind, then I heard an object whiz by me and hit the ground. It sounded "heavy", son of a gun, it was a can of beer! I don't think it was light beer either. Thankfully the guy throwing it at me has his ability to use his brain equally matched with his ability to hit a moving target from a moving vehicle.

Of course, he may not have had an intent to injure, it may have been the "thrill" of it all. It reminds me of the time we were camping at Deception Pass State Park in Washington with friends. We were on the beach, along with the sea gulls, when my friend picked up a rock and threw it at one of them. Like he's actually going to hit it. Well, there was a "squawk" followed by a thud as it hit the ground. That was one dead sea gull. Of course, he felt a little bad and embarassed by it as he didn't mean for that to happen!

So I'll give the guy in the beat up blue Toyota pick up truck the benefit of the doubt. But really, there are better ways to share a beer with a cyclist than throwing it at him from behind. Such a waste.