First commute on the new knee! A stiff headwind and back-in-the-saddle butthurt never felt so good!!!
The future of bike helmets?
Protect your head without messing up your hair? If the costs come down an order of magnitude, even the Dutch might change their stance against wearing bike helmets…
Yep.
turning the tables
My sisters were driving into Boston to help with some preliminary packing and then whisking me off to the ancestral homeland for a big family cookout. I’d asked them to call when they hit the road, but as usual, there was no warning. With the late jump, I had to make haste to beat them home.
Ordinarily, I do not pass on the right despite it being within my legal rights as a cyclist. With traffic backed up over the BU bridge, I went for it. One car. Another. It was getting tight maneuvering between the jersey barriers and the stopped traffic. WHAM! I hit her and fell into the barrier. I picked up my bike and as many pieces of my tattered ego as I could quickly stuff into my pannier. I peered in her open window and greeted an older, black lady. She was shaken up, but responded that she was OK. The light had changed and I pulled ahead.
I didn’t realize the beeping was for me at first. Slowly, I realized she was calling to me again as I reached the entrance to the Mem drive traffic circle. ”I think you broke my mirror! Do you have insurance? Maybe it’s just twisted.” I turned her side mirror back to good, apologized once more and took off.
