Share the Road

After work, our team went for pizza.  On the way there, I turned onto the road that the business was on.  Less than a mile ahead of me was a person on a bike.  He did not seem to be peddling.  It looked like it was on the lowest tension.  In Florida, we share the road with people on bikes.  Sometimes there are bike lanes.  This was not one of those cases.  I was expecting him to pull over to the side.  He puts his arm up and drives in the center.  I thought he was getting ready to turn.  He did not.  I had to get passed the crest of a small hill to get by him.  He continued to block the road with his slow peddling.