My friend Marilyn clued me in to the location of this pair about which she said "They look like a happy couple."
I about had a heart attack riding my bike up the enormous hill on whose slope they were resting in their conjugal bliss. I tried to take a picture that depicted how steep the road was, but you can't really tell. Plus, I liked the tire tracks you can see in this shot. I'll shoot the others up to Flickr for the curious.
My descent was as harrowing as the ascent was strenuous. I kept my speed under 35 through nearly continuous application of the brakes, but my brain always presents me with images of blowouts whenever I go fast on two wheels. No mishaps to report, fortunately.
Posted by jeffy at August 25, 2005 11:24 PMImages of blowouts? I see effects, rather
than causes, and it's images of
my body hitting the pavement at speed, and
inertia doing its best to gnaw my flesh and
crack my bones.
In the meantime, while my brain is daydreaming
about flailing limbs and flaying skin, my body
is flexing its right hand, around the levers
that operate the rear brake.
Oh yeah, the movie definitely keeps playing beyond the blowout itself.
And as the brakes come into play, the movie shifts to overheating and catastrophic brake failure (and resulting consequences).