Magnet...

 

Are you talking about the magnets built into your Go 3 camera, Jim?  No, but thanks for asking.  That magnetic connection is a lot handier than the screw and fingers-thing type GoPro mounts.  But, really, this is a different discussion.

Joan has often said that Rufus is my chick magnet... the ladies do seem to like to pet the furry boy.  I am, apparently, a different kind of magnet.  While riding my bicycle this morning, I seem to have become a kid magnet.  No, it isn't that kids like to hang out with me - rather, they come out of nowhere, trying to crash into me.  Often times, you can see them coming at you from the opposite direction... looking away.  When you shout "Heads up!" as they get too close, they turn their head with a stunned expression, and then come right at you.  Or, they come out of an RV site, between vehicles, and blast into the street; of course, without looking.  Or, Mom, Dad, and the two kids are on bicycles, riding 4 across, taking up most of the street... when you try to find a space to get around them, the kids will veer into your path.  The parents will smile as though they are thinking, "Aren't these kids cute."  Cute... pain-in-the-ass... it's one of those things.

Not always kids, though - sometimes it is a couple walking two dogs... one dog each, with the couple in the middle of the street, each dog extending off a different direction... effectively blocking the road.  I politely ring the little bell on my bike.  They turn their heads, then reel the dogs in a bit, apparently unaware that cars, trucks, RVs, and bicycles also use the street.  The couple I see most often doing this are across the street and one site over from us; they have two Dachshund dogs... these dogs bark at everything that goes by: a car, a golf cart, a person walking, a butterfly, a leaf blowing in the wind... and it turns into a "Who can bark the loudest and fastest" contest.  Seems to be a tie, but they keep competing.

What's that?  No, I don't sit on the porch and holler, "Get off my lawn, ya damn kids!"  I don't have a porch.  It's summertime in an RV resort.  A "family" resort.  In another week, the bikers will come rolling in for the Rally.  Parents and Grandparents will leave the kids at home because... bikers.  The bikers who stay here aren't the rowdy types who will be at Rally campgrounds - they generally have nice RVs, either toy-haulers or pulling a cargo trailer.  And they don't ride 4 abreast down the street so nothing else can get by.  ;-)