I rode my bike over to the train today – I made it there before it started raining, unfortunately I didn’t make it from the train to the bookstore before it rained – I may need to think about a rainjacket.
But something happened today on the train…I had the opportunity to talk with a hispanic man while we waited for the train and rode it. We just chatted, finding things we held in common and talking about what we do for work, I saw that I really can begin to practice this whole train-riding buisness differently. I didn’t get to read my Ray Anderson book, Judas and Jesus – but hey I think something better happened. Something is changing in the air.
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you and your shameless bookstore plugs…:)
[…] Since I normally love to write about my adventures in biking here in the city, I figured this post fits into that category. [Those of you with weak stomaches may wish to tune out at this time] Thorn and I paid the price yesterday afternoon for a lady’s indecision; in fact we ate the back of a parked car going just under 25 mph for it. Sorry parked car guy, she drove off and left me to scrap myself off the ground, I didn’t leave my number.??? There was a little damage to the car’s rear lights, I had some of it in my knee. Here is what happened. As you can see in my picture to the left (I am the arrow) I was on my bike moving south throwing two lanes of traffic. One car is parked on the right and a blue pick up is sitting in between both lanes waiting to merge. I had plenty of clearance, if she would have stayed put and waited to move over (there was a car to her left that isn’t in the picture). She grew impatient and decided to slowly roll forward and to see if someone else would let her in. When she started to roll when I was no further than 10 feet behind her, she effectively closed the gap that I was going to move through between the parked car and her pickup. I had to slam on my brakes, my bike fish-tailed and hit the parked car. Its alright ma, I’m only bleeding!??? The lady drove off. I hobbled over to the curb blood running down my leg. […]