The Whistle Guy was there again yesterday morning. I rode through the comfy 33 degree morning, and was ready to lock the bike to the rack in front of the Albertsons - and there he was. Or she, I can't tell from this distance in the dark. The person rides a long setup, with bright lights on the front and rear, a trailer loaded down, one of those tall flags, and whenever they cross the intersection they blow their loud referee whistle. I think it's a commuter because he/she is at the same spot at the same time every day. Since I hadn't actually locked my bike ("The Rig") I thought of quickly riding the one block distance over to introduce myself. Their speed looks like about 10 mph, so it would be an easy catch . . . but then I would probably miss the bus and be late for work. Since I'm the boss, I can't be late - - and I wouldn't want to make them late either.

So I need to plan better if I want to meet this person. But, really, do I really want to meet them? Isn't the mystery the attractive thing here? To me it is amazing to see, especially before sunrise, another bicyclist riding through the dark, feeling the kinship with them, even though we've never met. Makes me feel a little less alone in this world.

I know - I'm gonna buy a whistle! Then when I hear that whistle in the morning, I'll whistle back! That'll blow their mind!