Or, Life is not fair. The snow has been falling since early afternoon, and now at 6 pm it is still snowing, only now the snow is wetter and the outside atmosphere dark and cold. I look out my window at the diminished traffic and see a bicyclist in the middle of the road, peddling …
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Awful
Walking home in the West Village at 12 midnight and see a cluster of people in the street and a taxi cab stopped diagonally in the traffic. As our group approaches the static group we realize there is an ‘event’ in the street. Upon closer inspection it is a young woman, dressed in black leather …
The Bicyclist!
This is a true Oregonian. All decked out in proper biking clothes. The helmet, gloves, jacket, tight-pants, shoes that can hold the pedals. And his bike was no where in sight, he was just walkin’ down the street. They are everywhere dressed like this, or some variation on this theme. Many years ago …
And This Means…
This is on the street. Not all streets, just some. In front of my car. These iconic signs are supposed to be translatable to anyone. Does this mean, park your bicycle in the attic of your house? Only if your rear tires blow? Only if it is a ‘boys’ bike?