Rode to work again. And fell again. I are a moron. I have one spot where I have to cross a fairly big road. The trail kinda just ends at the road and starts up again on the other side and down a way, and until recently, there wasn’t a crosswalk or anything there, either - you just had to wait for a gap in the (busy) traffic and run for it.
Now there’s a new crosswalk with some flashy thingies that are activated when someone wants to cross...but said flashy thingies aren’t visible to pedestrians / bicyclists, so you kinda just have to watch for when the cars stop. And the whole thing just flustered me and made me want to get going.
When I got across to the other side, there was a guy mowing by the sidewalk, who stopped the mower to let me by, which further flustered me, ‘cause he didn’t have to do that. When I turned to thank him, my tire went into the space between the edge of the sidewalk and the grass and I went down right in front of him, leaving him wondering what he did. I just told him, “You didn’t see that, OK?” and went on.
And then I locked myself out on the roof at work...but that’s another story.
Are you sure you aren’t related to Corin?
One of the guys at National Review posted that he WALKED from the middle of Long Island to Manhattan (30 miles). He thought it was a guy thing!
As a lawnmowerer, I always stop the lawnmower when someone walks or rides by, just on the off-chance that the spinning blades might pick up something and hit the passerby. As a pedestrian, I always appreciate a conscientious lawnmowerer.
LSA