Attention, ladies of the Washington region: I have an unbelievable find. One that is astonishing and shocking.
Ladies(shhhhh), I have found the place in the D.C. area, maybe the only place, where men exceed women by a wide margin. By a ratio of, like and gulp, 4 to 1. I counted and thus, I know.
Perhaps it is like this all the time in Loudoun County? Another reason to go west, go west.
Ladies of the jury, it is time to get out your helmet and your bicycle and get to riding on the W and OD Trail. They are there. Whizzing by. And trim. They do not all appear to be the same-sex variant. (Or would that be "variation"?)
But you have to stop your bicycle and get off to "engage." And you may want to think about "needing help." Leave your bike tools at home.
Why at one point when I laid down my used pink (found at the dumpster) bicycle (no kick stand) and sipped some water and munched on my pear snack in the shade, a right good-looking dude flew past and yelled: Did I need any help?
Y e e-haw, come on over, dude!
Yeah, I needed some HEP.
"No, no need for help. I am okay," I shouted. (What was I thinking?)
Then, at the same stop a couple of minutes later, another right handsome cowpoke came along carrying a plastic bag and set himself right down at the picnic table across the lanes from me and proceeded to eat lunch in the sunshine and yelled across the trail, something about
"It's a great day!"
"But you're in the sun," I hollered back. Even with a breeze cooling you off riding the trail, it was hot.
And he said: "I like the sun."
And I said, "I like the sun, too, but it's a little bit much for me today, and I really like this shade" even if I was standing in rather high grass where, I later discovered, flying varmints resided, which bit the blood out of my left forearm which to this day still bears their marks, and it is possible snakes lived there, too, but having snake experience, I maintained a snake lookout and saw none, but ignored my arms. Drat it all.
He and I ate our food in silence a few minutes, enjoying being outdoors and away from horns and the sounds of the city, listening to nature's music: the soft rustle of the wind and leaves, the buzzing of insects, the overhead vultures (they make sounds?), and then it was time for me to leave because of the huge, loooonnnng uphill slope I still had before me.
And he hollered across the way: "Well, have a nice ride!"
And so I did.