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I recently traveled to Pennsylvania and on a Sunday off visited Valley
Forge National Historic Site near Philadelphia. There is a barely one
lane, one way traffic road that takes visitors in cars around the
encampment site, and many places where I wanted to stop and take
photographs. I'd never been there before and was driving cautiously
and slow.
The local cycling fraternity apparently have adopted the same road to
ride as fast as they can, which is of course normal for most
experienced cyclists seeking a good week-end workout. But, twice I was
almost run over by cyclists coming around bends in the road, or out
from behind the car behind me, when I stopped to take a picture.
The combination of tourists on a park road and fast cyclists could have
been deadly. Frankly, I was surprised the National Park Service
permitted the cyclists. A leisurely ride by a novice on a rented bike
was one thing (I saw none of them on this road), but I felt I might
have stumbled into the middle of someone's Century.
One cyclist wasn't very polite about me, either, finding it necessary
to yell obscenities for my audacity to want to take a picture of the
scenery in this beautiful spot.
Dave
PS -- I'm just as serious about my cycling as my photography. See,
www.clarklawfirm.com, and http://home.earthlink.net/~dc1999/.
Forge National Historic Site near Philadelphia. There is a barely one
lane, one way traffic road that takes visitors in cars around the
encampment site, and many places where I wanted to stop and take
photographs. I'd never been there before and was driving cautiously
and slow.
The local cycling fraternity apparently have adopted the same road to
ride as fast as they can, which is of course normal for most
experienced cyclists seeking a good week-end workout. But, twice I was
almost run over by cyclists coming around bends in the road, or out
from behind the car behind me, when I stopped to take a picture.
The combination of tourists on a park road and fast cyclists could have
been deadly. Frankly, I was surprised the National Park Service
permitted the cyclists. A leisurely ride by a novice on a rented bike
was one thing (I saw none of them on this road), but I felt I might
have stumbled into the middle of someone's Century.
One cyclist wasn't very polite about me, either, finding it necessary
to yell obscenities for my audacity to want to take a picture of the
scenery in this beautiful spot.
Dave
PS -- I'm just as serious about my cycling as my photography. See,
www.clarklawfirm.com, and http://home.earthlink.net/~dc1999/.