Yesterday on the ride home I was in the bike lane going up Hazel with its usual traffic, around Winding. I rode over a rock and it squeezed out from under my front tire. It went TONK against the door of the Accord next to me, startling us both. You never know how someone is going to react to something like this. Does she think I kicked her door in? Does she think I think she hit me? I was prepared to stop, apologize, defuse, but she drove on. I hope she doesn't run over the next guy to get back at me.
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Genesis 49:16-17
"Well, well!" said Holmes, impatiently. "A good cyclist does not need a high road. The moor is intersected with paths and the moon is at the full."