We exchanged waves as he rode by Vassar Farms:
Although I can rarely hang with real roadies, I can put the fear in ’em for a while, so the chase is on.
About 25 seconds later, I’m southbound on Rt 376, accelerating past 20 mph = 30 feet/s. The overtaking pickup, which I haven’t noticed yet, is signaling a right turn at Zach’s Way, 350 feet ahead:
The pickup enters my field of view, but I can’t see the turn signals:
Two seconds later, the driver is braking:
During the next three seconds, the driver realizes I’m going much much faster than your usual cyclist and is braking hard:
My startled shout (“Don’t even think about it!“) may be misinterpreted, but I try to be friendly,
Alas, the cyclist turned into Boardman Road and all that adrenaline went to waste.
Elapsed time since the fender appeared: six seconds.