So, I should be thinking work thoughts right now, getting ready for the trip Sunday, and starting tonight's dinner, but my mind is doing things that it normally reserves for the middle of the night, when it delights in keeping me awake lately.

I know what _I_ do when I get to a stop light: unclip left foot, hop off seat, and plant foot firmly on pavement until the light changes. While I patiently wait, I arrange my right foot for take off. It's a quick, efficient process, with plenty of leisure time for things like a drink of water, or a piece of dried fruit, or protein bar, or something. Possibly peek at my computer to see how far I've gone or inspect road kill laying nearby.

But that guy I saw the other day on that bike with the HUGE front wheel and teensy back wheel. You know the kind, the goofy old-fashioned ones that are taller than me, and look a lot like tricycles but aren't...

What the heck does _HE_ do when he gets to the light?

Somehow, I'm guessing that stopping and putting his foot down isn't an option, and getting on and off those things has to be a bit of a thing too!

Karen in Boise