One day in March we had a late snow during the night. It was nothing, an inch or more which melted off the roads in the morning and left a little to see on the grass. I rode to the bank where the tellers are used to seeing me on my bike. In the lobby 10 or 12 people were yammering about the weather (as if they'd never seen snow in Michigan). When I got to the teller she said, "I feel so sorry for you, having to be out in this weather on your bike!" I said, " I could always drive my car if I want."
FREEZE FRAME
EVERYBODY STARED
I could hear my feet on the carpet as I left. They were dumbfounded that somebody CHOSE to ride a bike.
Marc