This was just a little something I wrote this morning after my daily commute, so I thought I'd share with all ya'll:
There are so many people on the road that are just driving, and talking on their cell phones, and pulling out blindly into traffic and not paying attention to what it is that's going on around them. For the bicycle commuter, this is not only extremely frustrating, but potentially dangerous. It requires that as I pedal swiftly through the morning traffic that I am completely conscious of my surroundings, and that I am fully aware of every object, moving and stationary, along my route. This morning, during my 11-ish mile commute to work, no less than 4 cars pulled out in front of me; heads turned blindly to my presence, jabbering away, in a hurry, or simply not paying attention.
At the last turn before I arrived at work, a man in a dual-axle, crew-cab pickup was stopped to my right, and thinking I was going straight he smiled and waved me through to let me know he wouldn't pull out and hit me. I smiled back, pointed in the direction I needed to turn, and waved as he drove off. My mood immediately elevated, my frustration with the rest of the drivers on the commute forgotten, I arrived at work in good spirits.
It only takes one person to make an effort, if I could thank that guy personally I would.
There are so many people on the road that are just driving, and talking on their cell phones, and pulling out blindly into traffic and not paying attention to what it is that's going on around them. For the bicycle commuter, this is not only extremely frustrating, but potentially dangerous. It requires that as I pedal swiftly through the morning traffic that I am completely conscious of my surroundings, and that I am fully aware of every object, moving and stationary, along my route. This morning, during my 11-ish mile commute to work, no less than 4 cars pulled out in front of me; heads turned blindly to my presence, jabbering away, in a hurry, or simply not paying attention.
At the last turn before I arrived at work, a man in a dual-axle, crew-cab pickup was stopped to my right, and thinking I was going straight he smiled and waved me through to let me know he wouldn't pull out and hit me. I smiled back, pointed in the direction I needed to turn, and waved as he drove off. My mood immediately elevated, my frustration with the rest of the drivers on the commute forgotten, I arrived at work in good spirits.
It only takes one person to make an effort, if I could thank that guy personally I would.