As I was riding to work this morning, a lady passed me going the opposite direction as I on an adult trike. This reminded me of the lady that rode around all the time, summer and winter, on her adult trike in a parka and balaclava. I’m sure if you live in or around SG you know exactly who I am talking about.
When I was in Logan there was a guy who rode everywhere. I don’t recall his name but he had become some what of a celebrity. He had flags attached to the back of his bike, was, in one way or another, disabled. He got hit. I couldn’t help but think how big of a jack ass do you have to be to hit this guy. He had a bell, a smile and was always waving.
As I passed the first lady and the trigger of thoughts that followed, I couldn’t help but wonder what people were thinking as they have been watching me ride to and from work. I ride a blue bike with a wooden basket on the front and a big ass panier on the back. I used to have a beard that made Klondike Cornelius look like a fairy.
Every time I ride through an intersection and people are waiting their turn, I grin and chuckle to wonder what they are thinking as I go past. Have I become the crazy guy on the blue bike who you can see riding back and forth from Washington every day? Do people see me as too poor to be able to drive? Do they think I lost my license for some drunken bahaviour? Or do they simply think I’m the crazy guy on the bike?
Whatever they may be thinking, I really don’t give a rat’s ass. Cuz it’s fun to ride my bike and I don’t plan on stopping any time soon. Plus, it makes life that much more enjoyable. Get up, ride to work. Get off work, ride home. That’s two rides a day, what could be better? Three rides a day…
Out.