Just Like Riding a Bike

So yesterday the plan was that I would drop the kids of at Pat's grandma's (from now on known in bloggyland as GG), go to class, go home, feed calves, pick the kids up, and head to school for the open house. Things went mostly according to plan except that about a quarter mile from home Pat called to tell me I didn't have to feed calves. He had actually called earlier, but my phone didn't alert me to the new message, like one of the few jobs it is supposed to do. Anywho, so I turned myself around and headed to GG's to get the kids. It's only like 3 miles away, so it wasn't a terribly long detour. My new route took me up to the blacktopped county road. As I was turning on to said road I met a girl casually riding her bicycle down the middle of the lane of on-coming traffic. My lane, to be exact. Now, I spotted her, and like the perfect driver I am, I slowed down and kept an eye on her since if she had been older I would have suspected she was drunk due to her meandering course. Anywhoozle, she swerved into the other lane and rode past me. I watched her in my rear-view mirror trying to figure out who she was, where she was going, and what the hell she was doing. Only what I spotted was her turning around to give me the finger. What the #%$&?!? Gee, I'm so sorry I was driving down my side of the highway and paying attention to what was going on around me. I laughed, called Pat, who wasn't nearly as amused as I was, and went to pick up my boys. The direction she came from indicated the town she came from, which is one of those places where parents typically let their kids run wild. Now, I'm all about giving my kids freedom and teaching them responsibility, but I'm also about giving them limits and teaching them manners. She obviously knows neither. What I really wanted to do was slam on my brakes, throw the van in reverse and scare the leaving bejeebers out of her, but I didn't. Kids these days!!