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06-19-02, 11:22 AM
Let's face it, most of us also drive cars. Even those of us who hate driving cars sometimes find it necessary to do so. When you are behind the wheel, and you encounter a cyclist, do you wave? Do you give a thumbs up? Do you shout a word of encouragement? I always try to pass safely. I usually try to give a friendly wave.
Construction has closed a four lane bridge in my town down to two lanes. The lanes are narrow and separated only by traffic cones. When I cross the bridge on my bike, I usually take the middle of the lane and try to keep my speed high.
Today I was driving north across the bridge. The sky was spitting drizzle. A young girl, about 12 I guess, was riding her upright "comfort" bike across the bridge ahead of me. She had a little knapsack on her back. I noticed that she had good legs, cut with muscle. She must ride that bike a lot. She was hugging the curb. I stayed about 20 feet back from her and drove at her pace. When she reached the far side of the bridge, she tried to hop up onto the sidewalk, but missed. She put her foot down on the curb and stopped. I stopped. I made the traffic behind me stop. She lifted her bike up onto the walk. As I drove on I thought, "I'm glad it was me behind her and not some jerk who would try to squeeze by."
Construction has closed a four lane bridge in my town down to two lanes. The lanes are narrow and separated only by traffic cones. When I cross the bridge on my bike, I usually take the middle of the lane and try to keep my speed high.
Today I was driving north across the bridge. The sky was spitting drizzle. A young girl, about 12 I guess, was riding her upright "comfort" bike across the bridge ahead of me. She had a little knapsack on her back. I noticed that she had good legs, cut with muscle. She must ride that bike a lot. She was hugging the curb. I stayed about 20 feet back from her and drove at her pace. When she reached the far side of the bridge, she tried to hop up onto the sidewalk, but missed. She put her foot down on the curb and stopped. I stopped. I made the traffic behind me stop. She lifted her bike up onto the walk. As I drove on I thought, "I'm glad it was me behind her and not some jerk who would try to squeeze by."