I often feel pride and exhilaration from bike commuting. I know we share that in this forum, and we feed off of that. Few statements can sum that up like this one from a cyclist's sister, who's brother died the other day on his way to work. He was killed by a car.
This is taken from the Columbus Dispatch, from 8/21/08:
..."Whenever Yvonne Corbin worried about finances, her son would reassure her that they'd make ends meet. After too many problems with their car, they bought the bike together at a pawnshop. He pedaled to work even in winter, complementing the vest with an orange hat and orange gloves.
"He died proudly," said his sister, Trina Corbin. "He died going to work."
It's good to know that his family understood the joy this man had for bike commuting at this tragic moment in their lives. May God bless them.