Cyclists in my city often annoy me. An unpopular opinion (I know), but this morning I watched a cavalry of four kids heading either to the local middle school or high school. They were glorious, in a natural formation, standing on the pedals, arms & back arched, school backpack on so that their open windbreaker flap in the breeze. No silly shoes, no panniers, no wobbly handlebars, rules of the road obeyed like riding is a thrill; Bill Denbrough beats the Devil ….
Adult bikers, you are doing it wrong.
I was standing at the bus stop alone because my High School daughter dashed up the hill and across the street to beat the crosswalk light and catch the bus. She waved to me before boarding, English Muffins in the other hand.
In a previous year, I would have ran with her and before that, I wold have ran past her and made her look both ways before crossing. I still have an instinct to do that, but its clear and everyday clearer still that I must arrest that instinct.
...All my darkest hours talking like this... 