Odd Thoughts from the Cycleway

I have been scouring the roadsides for treasures. In NZ there is always something lying beside the road, broken bungy cords, good bungy cords  ( my favourite bungy on this trip was aquired on the road near Milton on my South Island circuit in 2011) busted load straps, half a load strap in good condition, even  the odd spanner and as previously mentioned in another Blog, Banana skins in all manner of disguise.
But on this trip, after crossing two countries and now in our third - Zilch, Kaput, Nit, Nothing.

But I have not despaired, there is excitement along the way if you look closely, lots of grubs, slugs and other critters of the meadows, who, for some unknown reason, have to make the journey to the other side of the road, cycleway or footpath. I guess life is like that , when the call comes from the other side, you just have to go, no matter what.

And what a dangerous trip it can be, depending on time of day, location, highway or byway and I guess it even occurs on the Motorway, but that would be a journey of mere millimetres I am sure.

It was not hallucination, though the day was very hot, and one wonders at the sheer gall of this small vulnerable ground dweller, but there he was, standing up to the rolling traffic and issuing his challenge, what could I do but admire his guts - admire but not examine -

 I heard a high pitched squeaky voice say

"Make my Day Punk"

so I backed off just in time and left him on his merry way.