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Returning rental bike

Oahu Populaire #2228

To the Start of the Perm

What an interesting day. Smooth pavement and a minor tailwind made it one of our fastest. 

We ignored the suggested AC wiggly route and rode on a laser straight, nearly car-free, freshly paved 15 mile section of US17.  We saw the "Smallest Church in America". We had second breakfast at the most excellent Angie's Diner in Midway Ga, the birthplace of the American Revolution in Georgia.  We saw excellent bike lanes appear and then vanish. We drove through a movie studio (and were ejected by the guard). We were stalled by a freight train for 30 minutes. We also crossed through historic Savanna, seeing some tree lined streets, historic looking houses, and a cool fountain. We also crossed a section of Bartram Trail, the path of naturalist William Bartram who travelled throughout the south but made his home in Philadelphia -- now the site of Bartram's Garders in south Philly. We were chased by our first Georgia/Carolina dog. 

And, yeah, I was hit by a car. 

OK, I wasn't hit THAT hard, but I was hit. Rather gently, actually. It was one of those situations approaching a stop sign. Any cyclist knows this situation. You approach the stop sign and an
overtaking car thinks they have enough time to scoot past you in the left lane and then swerve right in front of you at the stop sign. 

I confess that every time this happens I tend to speed up just a little bit so the car misjudges the timing and ends up with nowhere to go, stuck in 
the left lane. If I'm lucky there's an oncoming car staring at him. 

Anyway, this time the driver just ignored my presence and swerved directly into my left side -- a classic right hook. He bumped my left rear pannier and I managed a little "love tap" on his passeger door to express my displeasure. 

I was hardly unprepared for this interaction. A decade and a half of bike racing, you know.  Anticipating contact, my weight was well away from the car and my left arm swung out for the "love tap" automatically like I was in a crit pushing off someone who croweded me. I ended up amused, but I think I got his attention. He drove away sheepishly without comment, but I was rewarded by an approving smile and thumbs-up from another passing cyclist.  

A more serious interaction was the dog attack. I had commented to Fran several times that there's nothing quite like the dogs in the Carolinas and Georgia.  I told him my chosen weapon was a super-loud Fox lifeguard whistle. He laughed when I pulled out the whistle and held it at the ready when we turned onto the first rural Georgia road. 

His laughing stopped when two dogs rocketed out of nowhere to give chase, not a minute after turning onto the road. I dispatched them with a whistle blast and they veered off. But worse is to come. Now Fran has his own whistle at the ready. 

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