A funny thing happened last week. While riding my bent on a road less traveled, a school bus starts to follow me. It followed for about two blocks and then the driver pulled up beside me. After another block of him shadowing me at about 15 mph he opened the door as if to invite me in.

"What's he doing," I thought.

It didn't take long to find out. He leaned towards me and shouted, "Where can I buy one of those things?"

I shouted out the name of two LBSs that have a large inventory of bents and then he sped off. That was the second time in as many months that a driver asked that question but this was spooky - talking to a bus driver through an open door while biking.