Riding out to Grand River on Wednesday and crest a hill before the freeway overpass. A State Trooper stops in the middle of the road on the opposite side (coming at me). He's ~100 yards ahead of me and has no lights on or anything while cars are sitting behind him. The closer I got, he waved me down. It went something like this...
Me(thinking): There was no one around at that last stop sign I ran a mile ago.
Me passing the cop, taking the earbuds out and curling back.
Cop: Hey, sorry to interrupt you from your workout.
Me(thinking): damn, he called it a workout. I guess I have a purpose being out here.
Cop: I am looking for a juvenile runaway. Tall, white male, wearing a baggy white sweatshirt. Have you seen him? He should be along this road.
Me: Nope, didn't a single person. Only thing I passed was a garbage truck.
Cop: How long have you been on the road.
Me: Since Spencer Rd. (The road doesn't go very far.
Cop: So you haven't seen him.
Me: No, but I would recommend asking the guys in the garbage truck, since they have been driving through the subdivisions.
Cop: Okay, thanks. Sorry from interrupting you.
And I went on my way.
50 friggin' degrees on Friday!!! And it was sunny. And I wore knee warmers. No wool socks. One base layer and a jersey. Oh yeah, it was nice.
But, it was cloudy and cool-low 30s today.
Feels like summer even when it's winter. This house rocks. It has a long walkout in back with a lighthouse looking building attached to the back of the house. And on a lake.