It was a weird training session yesterday. Having pushed pretty hard the previous two days yesterday was an `easy' workout. I joined a good friend who recently got an Ice trike and was getting some miles under his belt. Together we did one out and back `lap' of about 26 miles. Then I did another lap at a faster but not intense pace.
On the first lap my friend and I saw an elk casually cross the road about 50 yards ahead. It pranced off into the wide open grassland toward Mingus Mountain.
Then, on my solo lap two uncommon events occurred. At about mile 32 a big construction truck went flying by at the speed limit (65 mph). All of a sudden a `projectile' from the open back of the truck took vertical flight for about 25 feet and then, rotating, plummeted down to the road. Turns out it was a big empty 5 gallon bucket. Hitting the road, catching the 15-20 mph wind in wildly gyrated, spinning along the road landing in the middle of the right hand of two eastbound lanes. I recognized the danger of this bucket and immediately stopped to get it off the road and down a gulley.
Then at about mile 36 another open bed truck went speeding by. It was loaded with what looked like someone's home furniture. As the truck became parallel to me a mattress not well tied down `took flight.' It flew up, spun, gyrated in the air and was coming down ... ON ME.
As I was calculating the mattress' trajectory and managing the speed and direction of the bike the mattress flew over my head, missing me by about 4 feet.
Of all the calamities I imagine on my training sessions getting decapitated or smeared on the road like a bug by a bed mattress is not one of them.
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