Notes
Dropped Rick's car off at the Nissan dealer in Clarksville. Ran home via Sheppard Lane. It reminded me of some of the roads from AO with no shoulder, windy, and hills. Pretty fortunate that almost every driver made an extra effort to give me room.
Strange encounter with actually one of my crazy neighbors. I'm on Sheppard just resting from the heat & hills in someone's gravel driveway. Mike from the neighborhood who looks like what a serial killer would look like pulls up to me in the driveway in a beat up white van. He rolls the window down and says, "Do you live here?" (He obviously doesn't recognize me from our community meetings) No, I don't. Oh, I was going to tell you to get your fence fixed." Mind you, we are not in my neighborhood and he is randomly going to complain about someone's fence. Then he says, "Good for you that you are still running." (In other words, hard to believe that at my age I'm still able to run.) I just said , yea thanks. What a douche bag.