There were problems that were not standard parts of a bicycle tour. I was bicycling on the bike path next to Monterey Road in Stuart Florida. An object came flying through the air at high speed, hit the pavement right in front of me, and bounced off into the grass. I went back to see what it was. It was a piece of stiff hard plastic, square, about 18 inches on each side. All four edges were as sharp as a razor. You could shave with it. I called the police. They went and picked it up. I think they were going to try to get fingerprints off of it.
There was another incident in Fort Pierce florida, about 18 miles north of Stuart. There was a black jeep. It was obviously deliberate. The SOB tried to t-bone me. I was ready for it and vigilant and expected it. I was watching for it. I made a concerted deliberate effort to avoid their being able to do anything like that. My vigilance and foresight are the only reasons I am alive right now, or at least the only reason why I am not laid up severely damaged in a hospital or worse.
This state is grossly overcrowded. There are people cruising the streets from all over the world and the country. Most are simply visitors, winter residents, tourists. Many others, as the statistics show, are traveling criminals with bad intentions.
