Go Go Randy GO

During a recent outing on my bike cruiser, I was riding along, wind blowing through my hair, smiling, soaking up the sun. While cruising on the sidewalk I noticed some landscapers trimming the bushes ahead of me on the side of the road. Plenty of room to ride around them, no problem, then I noticed another bicyclist riding towards me. She was also on the sidewalk, so I drifted a little towards the bush, minding the landscapers, still had plenty of room to pass. With a ring of my bike’s bell, greeting the other rider, smiles, hello, then out of the corner of my eye, what looks like a chainsaw at the end of a pole coming towards my head. … Whoa … he came from around the hedges, and at first did not notice me. (It was like an ancient booby trap meant to chop off your head, something that Indiana Jones would of ducked and rolled to avoid.) At the last second he elevated the contraption so I could pass safely underneath it.

That would have been a crappy way to die.