There were two of them walking abreast on the left side of the road, headed in the same general direction as we were.
I spoke to them, quietly. The one on the inside started drifting toward the center of the road, toward our approach line, to catch a glimpse of whatever was coming up behind them, you know, casual like.
The other kept walking straight ahead, eyes forward; probably thinking, don’t be so nosy, Marge. No problem if you don’t pay attention, Marge.
Where ya goin’, Marge?
They both picked up the pace. Marge then decided she had all the information she needed, transmitted a bit of urgency to the other, and they both lifted off, VTOL-style*.
There was some discussion between the two as they gained altitude.
Probably about a good walk spoiled, like they were a couple of golfers caught paying too much attention to the arrangement of their clubs’ head covers and not enough to the group waiting for them to exit the green.
We pedaled through.
April 18. 21.5 miles.
*Vertical Takeoff and Landing.