Journal of a mature, non-Olympic woman in the process of converting to cycling as a method of daily transportation. Dealing with weather and assorted perils; exploring equipment, psychological fortitude, and diet; experiencing our surroundings on a smaller, closer scale; saving gas & boycotting the car industry.
Wednesday, June 06, 2007
A Time of Reflection
Someone busted a mirror on the Broadway Bridge. It must’ve fallen off the back of the truck of someone moving. (If they'd moved by bike this never woulda happened.) I found it Monday morning, lying there reflecting the sky and the upper bridge, and I got these photos. You have to wonder, did the people driving the vehicle not notice that a gigantic item had just slid off the back? And of course, if they did, what could they really do? Stop in the middle of the flowing bridge traffic to pick it up? It landed on the sidewalk/bike path part, but at least it was kind of between the girders -- although shards of that broken glass were making their way across the sidewalk. Someone must’ve gotten right on it, because it’s all cleaned it up now. It could’ve been worse. It could’ve been the piano or the fridge.
"She's no spring chicken," my mother would disclose mercilessly about women in their thirties trying to impersonate youth. Now, I'm even past the no-spring-chicken age. So don't think you have to be 12 to start riding a bike everywhere. I'm working out all the pesky details for you in case you want to do this yourself. But even if you never do it, you'll still know what it's like because I'm going to shrink you down to the size of a little rubber elf and glue you onto my handlebars. No changing your mind, no matter how much you beg me. So don't even start this unless you're sure you have the guts.
PS: My other bike is a broom.
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