So there I was in my 10 year old, beat up, sputtering 626 looking at the mountains to my left as I drove to work on this cloudy Thursday morning. I was wishing that I wasn't just looking at those mountains but biking through them like the morning before. When all of a sudden I spot a familiar commuter that takes this busy stretch of road almost every morning in his road-crew reflective vest and dark blue jump suit. He rides a store bought mountain bike with platform pedals and standard reflectors. But no lights.
This guy rides every morning and every evening to and from work. He does some serious miles on that thing. It doesn't matter the conditions or the time - he's on it. His riding style is unique: Elbows splayed out like his on the verge or popping a wheelie. Head tilted forward like he's looking at something on his front wheel. And pushing the pedals with his whole body, not with his legs. Of course most of the time I see him, he’s climbing some hill. I give the guy some serious props.
But the only thing I almost gave him this morning was an emergency room visit.
As soon as I came to the top of this hill he was there at the edge of the road. And if he wasn’t wearing his vest I might have creamed him. I swerved my car around him as he was actually moving off the road into the grass. When I looked back he was getting off his bike to push it up the rest of the way over the hill. I was thinking to myself, “Did I make him get off his bike? Did he hear me come up fast and notice my headlights weren’t going left, around him?”
I feel like a fool. A real big fool. I should be more aware of cyclists. More than most on the highways.