I had just started out on an easy late afternoon ride; I was still on our quiet neighborhood streets. I saw ahead of me a young girl, about 10 years old, on one of those cruiser bikes - lime green, pink rims, high handlebars, complete with wicker basket and bell. She was swerving erratically across nearly the entire street. As I approached, I decided which side to pass her on (the right, because at this point, she was right on the centerline) and noticed that she had only one hand on the handlebar. As I passed, I realized SHE WAS TALKING ON THE PHONE!
I don't know, but perhaps it's her mom who I contend with occasionally in the Starbucks parking lot, as she backs her supersized SUV out of the compact parking space, latte in one hand, cell phone in the other. They teach them young these days