Notes from a 37-mile bike ride

Some of the back roads of Schodack and Castleton are just beautiful.
When cars and trucks are passing, wait to cut back in until you're sure they don't have a trailer behind them. They generally do.
Drivers aren't all jerks, and they'll generally do what they can to accommodate a bike. Except for slowing down. They must never slow down, because that would indicate submission to the bicycle, which must never happen.
Two packets of Gu and a Clifbar aren't quite enough fuel to pull this thing off.
That's poison ivy. Don't park there.
That's poison ivy, too.
Why, yes, that is a coyote's head in that ditch. Just the head.
You're never going to disembed that putty knife from the asphalt, so just leave it there.
Top speed: 34.5 mph. Scary fast on skinny tires. I have maybe three square inches in contact with the ground at any moment, and them inches are rolling fast, baby.
If the car in front of you hits a snake and it gets tossed back toward you, the snake will probably be displeased. Evasive maneuvers, Mr. Sulu!
Wildlife count: Several buffalo (I passed the buffalo farm) (okay, they're domestic, but unusual), many cows, horses and sheep, the aforementioned snake, three turkeys, two eagles, any number of hawks, two rabbits, a heron, the last of the spring peepers and the head of Alfredo Coyote.

Mr. Johnson is wondering if that's just a warning to the other coyotes, and, if so, a warning from whom?

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