mimitabby
09-25-2007, 08:26 AM
Today I was afraid to get into the left lane (in the dark, in the mist) to pass a bus. A nice man in a PICKUP TRUCK waited for me to go, while idiots actually passed him on the wrong side of the street into the intersection. I got to thank him.
But even better: READ THIS!
Raleighdon had to go to the dentist today; and he forgot his raincoat.
here; i'll let him tell it:
This morning, I had to go to the dentist at 7:30. I got up and checked the weather and forecast. Not raining, but 'showers' in store for the day. Left home with just my shell on, though had the Burley rain jacket rolled up and in the pannier. As I left the house, I started to notice a light mist beginning. By the time I got to the doc's office, it had stopped. A little over an hour later, I came out of his office, only to find that the rain had started, but there was a lady out by my bike. She turned when she saw me, and said, "Hi, Don. I thought this was your bike." It was your friend, Knottedyet. I only met her once, but she works in the same building as my dentist, and recognized my bike (always good to have a unique machine). She had a towel and a plastic bag. She was preparing to wipe my saddle down and cover it so it would be dry for me when ever I happened to show up. As I unlocked the bike and got ready to ride, she carefully wiped my handlebars, saddle and everything that I'd need to be touching so it was nice and dry as I took off, and stood there chatting with me until I rode off. What a sweet gesture by someone I'd only met one time, very briefly.
But even better: READ THIS!
Raleighdon had to go to the dentist today; and he forgot his raincoat.
here; i'll let him tell it:
This morning, I had to go to the dentist at 7:30. I got up and checked the weather and forecast. Not raining, but 'showers' in store for the day. Left home with just my shell on, though had the Burley rain jacket rolled up and in the pannier. As I left the house, I started to notice a light mist beginning. By the time I got to the doc's office, it had stopped. A little over an hour later, I came out of his office, only to find that the rain had started, but there was a lady out by my bike. She turned when she saw me, and said, "Hi, Don. I thought this was your bike." It was your friend, Knottedyet. I only met her once, but she works in the same building as my dentist, and recognized my bike (always good to have a unique machine). She had a towel and a plastic bag. She was preparing to wipe my saddle down and cover it so it would be dry for me when ever I happened to show up. As I unlocked the bike and got ready to ride, she carefully wiped my handlebars, saddle and everything that I'd need to be touching so it was nice and dry as I took off, and stood there chatting with me until I rode off. What a sweet gesture by someone I'd only met one time, very briefly.