They need to fix that.

Nice ride in to work today through quiet residential city streets then out into the country on the bike path to a two lane main street. I was just turning right onto the bike path at a signal next to an entrance road to the college where I work when a (what else?) SUV cut me off, nearly forcing me into the light post. The offending vehicle ambled on down the road and I kept it in sight from my view on the path. When I saw it pull into the metro station lot and park, I decided to have a friendly chat with the driver, mostly just out of curiosity. The calm young woman was going through her purse, but rolled down the window and smiled. I asked if she had seen me back at the signal and she replied cheerfully, “Yes, I saw you. You weren't turning right were you? I signaled.” Fortunately I had been turning right as the large wheel cut across the entrance to the path, otherwise I would have been careening off the side of her vehicle. Her signaling was a moot point in that it all occurred behind me. “I was over into the lane.” Matter of disagreement, but I could see there was no use pressing a point, when she said, “that's dangerous there; they need to fix that.” Probably the last chance to fix that was papa's decision not to wear a condom. She was pleasant enough, though oblivious, no harm done and it was still a nice ride.

early 70's Schwinn Super Sport fixed gear....Belleville, Illinois