Kevrob

Yesterday I was about to leave the public library. I had unlocked my bike, strapped my bag to my back, put on my helmet, sunglasses and reflective vest, turned on my lights, and was rolling slowly down the sidewalk toward the curb cut, when I stopped my bike. A fellow had parked his compact in the striped space abutting the cut, and was unloading some musical equipment cases. I was in no particular hurry, and didn't particularly want to hop the curb, so I put a foot down and waited for him to walk past. He got a bit flustered, and started to ask my permission to park there, temporarily. I had to disabuse him of the notion that I was employed by the town, but did wonder why he chose to park between the handicapped spaces, blocking the curb cut. Seems he had a gig in the library that evening, and would be moving his car once he was loaded in.

I had to chuckle. In my yellow cotton gimme-T from a local business, loose navy blue gym shorts, orange vest, helmet and dark shades, I apparently looked cop-like enough to make this guy think I was some kind of security guard. I'm several inches short of 6', and tip the scales at ~230 lbs. Did I remind him of Kevin James or Seth Rogan? Maybe my Fredly hybrid smacked of authoritay! </Cartman>: Black headlight, all black tires, black mirror, a mostly black AirZound, black water bottle and cage, black seatpost rack, black handlebars, black highlights on my frame pump, red Superflash blinking on my rack. But it has a friendly aqua paintjob, not cop blue. And I wasn't wearing anything that could be misinterpreted for a weapon, lethal or otherwise. Maybe chest and lumbar straps peeking out from under a reflective vest remind some of a gunbelt?

The library is right next door to the Town Hall, which contains the Police Dept. I'm constantly amazed how lousy people drive right in the cop shop's own frontyard.

Kevin

Ka_Jun

Ha!

Kevrob

Back atcha, KJ!

Kevin

Ka_Jun