Last night I attended a "Share the Road" advocacy event with exhibits and speakers. Two hundred people showed up in a town of 30,000. That's pretty good, I think.
As part of the festivities, one of the local bike shops held a free draw for a bike. So at the end of the evening the organizer reached into the jar and pulled out the slip containing the name of the winner. He announced it, and we all looked around to see who'd won.
It was a guy in a wheelchair.
There was a hushed, awkward silence. But the dude in the chair was laughing about it. He took it in his stride, so to speak.