“Our teapots are broken, our rocking chairs smashed, and our bicycle tires all blew up when we crashed…” from Horton Hears a Who
There’s bicyclist in town who sports an impressive set of safety gear: front and rear helmet lights, a headlight, tail light (all lights going, day or night), reflective jacket and vest, reflectors on the fender, reflectors on the spokes of his wheels and on velcro ties around his ankles, all topped off with a flag. I’m tempted to ask if this was because of some kind of bicycle trauma that he doesn’t want to repeat, or if he just likes gear.
Not that I blame him.
There was a time when I avoided safety equipment. It felt like a bull’s eye. Come on cars, here I am. Come and get me.
Reflective material, however, has risen in my estimation …
… especially when someone else wears it. Illumination in a drizzle, before dawn or at rush hour, is good.
“We are here, we are here,
we are here, we are here!” (Horton’s Whos)
Week 49: walked 1x, bicycled 2x.
Week 50: bicycled 3x.
Week 50: walked 1x, bicycled FIVE TIMES. End date: April 15. Grand total: 124, TWENTY in the bank.