G.A.S.P.

Shortly thereafter, I saw two women walking along the highway.  As I approached, one bent down, picked up something and put it in a large plastic bag she was carrying.  In a moment, it hit me – this was Ivy and her friend (who’s name I’ve forgotten) who were mentioned on a sign I had just passed as the “Adopt a Highway” people for litter control on that section of the road.  I have passed thousands of those “Adopt a Highway” signs in just about every state, but this was the first time I had actually seen anyone out picking up trash.  Way to go Ivy and _____!

Late in the day, near Titusville, I saved some dumb dog’s life.  (Actually, “dumb” should apply to the dog’s owner for not properly training the dog.)  As I was pedaling uphill (i.e., not too fast), an old Boxer came out of a garage and started across the highway toward me.  There was a car coming pretty fast the other way downhill, so I jumped off my bike and yelled at the dog to “stay.”  He looked perplexed at this sudden change in events, but he stopped just a couple of feet out onto the road, and the car went around him.  I called him “stupid dog” and told him to go home.  He did.