I am Rambo, the youngest cat in our family.
What you are about to learn may be shocking and scary. So, brace yourselves.
As a young and sociable cat, I enjoy spending time with my parents.
Especially, since my Dad and Mom stream comedies, satires and such, after Dinner.
I get to lay on the couch and I even let them pet me.
Mind you not my dinner - ahem!
But, recently my parents got hooked on some British Detective shows.
I was okay with Foyle's War, Inspector Morse and even Endeavour.
Sometimes, these shows got a bit too much for me, you know?
I would close my eyes and pretend I was not in the same room.
And, sometimes, I would force myself to sleep deeply.
However, I had a difficult time when they binge watched all 18 Seasons of Midsomer Murders.
They just finished the last episode this week.
Midsomer was too much Barnaby for me.
I had to bury my face in my paws, so I didn't have to watch all that gore.
The signage in the picture below can be seen on South Coppell Road in Coppell, Texas. For those who may not know, Coppell is a small suburb of Dallas. With the recent boom in traffic in Dallas-Fort Worth, bicycling in the thick of traffic has become somewhat tedious.
On a recent commute, I saw the signage in the picture and was pleasantly surprised to see it, as I often commute on a bicycle in Coppell and surrounding areas.
I also noticed similar signage on not just less busy roads, but also on very busy roads like Sandy Lake and Beltline. Now, this is good news for cyclists.
I am not saying such signage is a must for one to bicycle on our streets. At least now, the bicyclist need not pull out the Traffic Rules booklet to explain his/her lane position to a skeptical automobile driver :)
Due to some recent rains, a part of my bicycle commute requires me to ride through ankle deep water. While the bicycle gets dirty, I still enjoy riding through the puddle.
And, do everything within my power not to ride into the pond/lake.
Wait! That is the easy part.
The challenging part is riding through the thick bed of very sticky clay that precedes the puddle.
Well, minimally the clay teaches you how to balance and keep moving on a bicycle.
And, on some other days, it teaches you that you are the 'Big Muddy', when you slip, slide and kiss Mother Earth. Yesterday's evening commute was one such experience, but all is well. The bicycle and the panniers need a good wash :)