Well there’s a title, I never thought I’d write – Tar Signatures, but nonetheless, that’s what my last ride was about a week ago. I’m getting a little ahead of myself though…first things first…congratulations to the first cyclist to cross the imaginary “competitive” finish line of this year’s CLC challenge (of which, I’ve accomplished exactly zero qualifying rides to date, sigh). I believe a trophy is in order. Greg, I wanted to gather our cycle365 groupies and hand it to you in person while Queen played “YOU are the Champion,” but all this Covid19 stuff ruined that idea. Instead I’ll just post a photo of the trophy & you can have a 3D print made for your shelf. It took a very long time for Hopkins to carve this out of wood and paint it, so I hope you’ll appreciate the effort.
And now back to my last ride, I’m not sure when I started noticing that there were names “painted” in tar on the pavement. At first I thought my mind was deceiving me, but after a few passes on the same roads over time I came to realize this was some pavement worker’s signature using the hot tar with which they seal asphalt cracks. They’re not offensive graffiti type signatures, in fact, I find it kind of clever. It’s a “Kilroy was here” sort of thing. Let me show you an example…
I also saw a “Mitch” signature, but my photo didn’t come out due to pavement glare on the camera lens. Ok, ok, it was camera operator error. But you get the idea. Now that I know these signatures are hidden in plain sight in the streets, I’m on the lookout for more. I saw these in a span of 10 miles, so I guess there’s others to be found in a county of 1642 sq. miles.
Of course, the ride didn’t only consist of me looking down at the road tar for names, I also saw the first signs of spring…
Granted, this wasn’t my most scenic or exciting ride. And frankly, since this ride, I haven’t been out. A couple days later, I caught a common cold, nothing serious, but with everyone so frightened about Covid19 exposure, I holed up and waited for it to pass so people wouldn’t look at me as if I were a carrier of the “plague.” These days, just to sneeze from allergies or to innocently cough and clear your throat can make people look at you suspiciously as they flee for their lives. This is a strange time we are living, that’s for sure. On the upside, I am seeing more people cycling than before and so far, it’s still an allowable thing to do. In fact, I’m hoping I can get in a nice ride this coming weekend. If the weather forecasters are correct, we’re in for some lovely sunshine! Yippee!
I hope you can all pedal for your mental and physical well being, but, above all else, please stay healthy!
Oh yes, and lest I be remiss at mentioning what song this ride made me start singing as I was reading names on the street tops, it was a good ol’ tune by the band named America. The tune? “A Horse With No Name,” of course.