Went to Julia's bike wash today. Decided to go for a boot on the Sunshine Coast. Heading south, about 30 or so kms north of Sechelt at one of those swim holes, there's a POS Econoline van sitting on the shoulder facing north. I don't see anyone else on the highway and figure everything's cool. It was as if he was waiting for me to get nice and close before making a fucking U-turn! I figure my goose is cooked, but good. Suddenly, from out of nowhere, a lady in a white car driving north smashes into him knocking him back to where he came from, leaving me a perfect, brightly lit path to ride through safely. Where did she come from?! Both drivers were unhurt and the whole scene didn't sink in until I was at the ferry terminal.
It's clear to me that God's Angels do exist and that I am being divinely guided to ride the face of the earth. To ride each and every twisty fearlessly. I will be like Jacob and ride from place to place spreading the message.
I have a new life now. The old Rubberhead is a changed man. He now rides the path!
What a day.