There I was...behind a slow moving cyclist. Double yellow lines, heavy traffic and my wife was getting very upset that there were no other routes to take. Not wanting to break the law or take any chances while passing...there I was stuck behind the cyclist. :smiley_chinrub:
Finally, after about 5 miles or so, the cyclist decided to take another direction and I was free to go. I'd had about all the frustration I could take, for one day. :smiley_blink:
Finally, after about 5 miles or so, the cyclist decided to take another direction and I was free to go. I'd had about all the frustration I could take, for one day. :smiley_blink:
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