On my way to work today (yesterday), I had a driver inform me: “You’re not a car, you know?” as I was nearly run over by said driver. I had come up to a stop sign where I usually head straight across to an alley. I had stopped at the sign – all clear – and started heading that way, when this guy suddenly comes careening right through a stop sign (squealing tires and all) just a few yards from me and flies into a left hand turn onto the street I’m on, causing me to stop abruptly and a little bit in the left of the lane. But he has the time to slow down and inform me of this truism. Sheesh, man.
That’s the thing about riding a bike everywhere. Unlike in a car, you’re not insulated from the world. This is generally a great thing – except for inclement weather days and when people want to yell at you. There are a lot more hellos, smiles and waves on my commute. A lot more Vitamin D and fresh air, too. And, my favorite, the chance to get to see things at 10 mph. Graffiti, for example. I’m starting an album.