No interesting interactions with motorists, but one with a cyclist – headed south on the MVT, somewhere near the airport, I was passing a jogger – appropriately – called my pass, checked on movement in the opposite direction, went left just over the yellow line to pass. When all of a sudden a hard pedaling dude in a red jersey speeds BETWEEN me and the jogger – no call, fast and close, and on MY RIGHT (but the jogger’s left, of course). I just managed to call out “hey fred!” but I don’t think he heard, and I’m not sure it even made sense. Grrrr! I know I pass fairly slowly, but I do think that was one of the jerkiest moves I have seen on the MVT.
Also, having headed to the corner of Valley and Kenwood for sukkot services, I have now determined that 4 MRT to Glebe to Valley is not my preferred route. Somehow the hill seemed worse than the 31st Street hill to Fairlington, which I might do instead. Or just bag the hills, ride down into Potomac Yards instead and put the bike on the AT9 bus (its a new route and they probably need the ridership.) At least until I have a wicking jersey so that I arrive more suitably in shul.
I also learned more about my light on the ride home from shul. Which is that when its low on power, it does this little pulse, beam, pulse, turn off routine. Fortunately Fairlington (my route home from Valley to Park Center) is reasonably well lit. I also learned how to recharge my light.
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