withm
04-03-2008, 07:49 PM
Last night after work I decide to go for a bike ride.
Wearing normal cold weather clothing – shorts, tights, wool socks, bike shoes, insulating top, yellow Gore Tex bike jacket. And because it’s pretty chilly, balaclava, & Goretex gloves. Oh, and duh, helmet. I have a Road ID on left ankle with a Firefly blinky (not on) but rear blinky on the bike is on. I have ridden 20 miles or so, and am stopping at the post office to pick up my mail before going home – another mile or so. It’s dark enough that I can barely read the computer (and unable to see it by the time I get home.) I’m parking my bike at the post office and a passer by stops to chat me up….
HE: Sheesh. All that gear?
Me: Excuse me?
HE: All that equipment to go to the post office?
ME: Oh, well I’ve been riding 20 miles.
HE: Shakes his head.
(I go inside to get the mail and return and fasten the mail to the rack and bungy. Turn blinky back on. Turn ankle blinky on. (It’s dark). Turn headlight on.)
HE: All that gear. Shakes his head again.
ME: Well I want to be visible and be sure cars can see me, I explain. But I know that you’ll be extra careful around cyclists now that we’ve talked.
HE: Oh, I’m a cyclist too! I ride the Ocean to Bay ride every year. But special shoes? (This is the local charity ride, draws cyclists of all types, I figure him for a 10-miler on a beach cruiser, no helmet)
ME: Well I ride thousands of miles each year.
HE: Well I guess you know what you are doing. But I couldn’t even tell you were a girl!
ME: I rode away into the sunset wondering what the heck was that?
Wearing normal cold weather clothing – shorts, tights, wool socks, bike shoes, insulating top, yellow Gore Tex bike jacket. And because it’s pretty chilly, balaclava, & Goretex gloves. Oh, and duh, helmet. I have a Road ID on left ankle with a Firefly blinky (not on) but rear blinky on the bike is on. I have ridden 20 miles or so, and am stopping at the post office to pick up my mail before going home – another mile or so. It’s dark enough that I can barely read the computer (and unable to see it by the time I get home.) I’m parking my bike at the post office and a passer by stops to chat me up….
HE: Sheesh. All that gear?
Me: Excuse me?
HE: All that equipment to go to the post office?
ME: Oh, well I’ve been riding 20 miles.
HE: Shakes his head.
(I go inside to get the mail and return and fasten the mail to the rack and bungy. Turn blinky back on. Turn ankle blinky on. (It’s dark). Turn headlight on.)
HE: All that gear. Shakes his head again.
ME: Well I want to be visible and be sure cars can see me, I explain. But I know that you’ll be extra careful around cyclists now that we’ve talked.
HE: Oh, I’m a cyclist too! I ride the Ocean to Bay ride every year. But special shoes? (This is the local charity ride, draws cyclists of all types, I figure him for a 10-miler on a beach cruiser, no helmet)
ME: Well I ride thousands of miles each year.
HE: Well I guess you know what you are doing. But I couldn’t even tell you were a girl!
ME: I rode away into the sunset wondering what the heck was that?