Bike Commuter report:
This morning on my way to work I came up behind a guy who had a sock stuck on his butt. He had a velcro closure pocket on the derriere of his shorts, and a white sweat sock dangling from the velcro, swinging back and forth. After a minute I decided this was probably something grabbed from the laundry basket, rather than an innovative visibility device — after all, the sock wasn’t orange — and since I was passing him anyway, I figured I’d let him know. ‘Hey, you’ve got a sock attached to your shorts.’
He look a little surprised, but then he was behind me. At the next light, though, he caught up to me and said,
‘Thanks, I was looking for that sock all morning.’
Awesome. I have yet to have anything that interesting happen on the commute. And other people are always passing me, mostly when I am puffing over the top of a hill and right about to pat myself on the back. I’m contemplating fancy pedals, but afraid of falling in traffic while learning to use said pedals. Yes, you can laugh at me b/c traffic over here is nothing like the traffic you deal with. Also, yes, I am reading this way after the fact.