I’ll admit that my focus on staying safe while riding has caused me to infringe on the rights of Seattle’s famously inept pedestrians to wander aimlessly about. Occasionally I might have even made someone walk around my bike (or at least detour around my back wheel) in a crosswalk.
So, to the young jogger who reminded me this morning that I was in the crosswalk at Broadway, thank you. I will take that under advisement.
The summer solstice is almost upon us, yet I’ve had to break my rain bike out every day this week – and today is shaping up no differently. Despite its cushy ride and cargo-carrying capacity, I’d rather be on my more sprightly Cassaroll at this time in June.
This article from our northern brethren nicely points out the distinction between “cyclists” and “people who ride bikes.” Exponentially more people like to ride bikes than there are “cyclists” – and don’t you need spandex or a cheesy bike cap if you’re going to be a cyclist?