I was on the road early this morning, out and about on my bicycle to pick up milk, eggs, and bread. I still have my Rob Beckman bags and Bruce Gordon rack that I bought 10 years ago. Those bags and rack have been through it all with me.
Anyway, I’m merging across lanes of traffic to make a left and a little Toyota comes up honking and carrying on. Christ, people! Cut a bicycle some slack. They scream by honking and cursing. Sigh. But, as with all stupid metallic beasts, their haste has caused them to err. Their failure to plan ahead has left them trapped at the light making the same left as I am.
We’re gonna be best pals now, together at the light, hanging like old friends, chatiando como locos.
"How’s it going, fellas. I’m James. What are your names?" I say to the three college aged kids in the car. The driver looks stunned and says nothing. I smile and address the kid in the back seat. "It’s a nice morning, huh? You guys on the way to school or work?"
"Work," he replies amicably.
"Ah, well, it was a pleasure to meet you. Have a nice day!" I smile and ride off.
I made my U-turn and headed out. They smiled and waved from the car. Guess I made some friends today.
It’s funny, but ever since my brother-in-law Chris told me a great story about an experience he had (that he still needs to write about – ahem), I’ve been channeling him when I’m on the road. Road rage is for idiots.
Road comedy is where it’s at, man. Thanks Chris.