Note
Getting to the place where I dropped of my bike, and then back to the start of the run, was a boondoggle, in part because I was doing it by GPS instead of using a map. But on the way there, I saw one of the most horrifying things I've ever witnessed. Just south of Rutland center, there was a bunch of motorcycles on a group ride on the other side of the road, and the vehicle two spots in front of me was a pickup truck signaling for a left turn. I don't know if it was impatience or an appalling misjudgment of a gap, but the truck made the left right into them and basically collided head-on with a Harley, resulting in the 250 pound rider being tossed into the air like a rag doll and coming down hard on the pavement, after which he wasn't moving (and my view was blocked right after that by a car that turned sideways to stop traffic). There were plenty of witnesses, and I could see that somebody was already calling 911, so I turned around and left. I hope I don't keep seeing that scene in my dreams all night.