I decided to get an extra workout in before heading off to the beach a couple weeks ago. On the road to Watkins Glen, a 45 mile round trip, I ran into a gray-haired gentleman on a folding bike. I believe it was the guy on the bike path we encountered earlier. We were both on the correct side of the road this time, and with no quarrels, we greeted each other cordially.
Unfortunately, these last couple of weeks yielded more than their fair share of cat-callers and stop-sign runners. The incidents took place on Centerway (unintelligible insults from some young passengers in an older compact SUV), the Walmart parking lot (stop-sign runner in a red Pontiac Grand Prix with PA plates, by the Painted Post Sunoco (Corning Natural Gas company employee in a compact sedan near-miss on a hurried left turn into the gas station). And there were others!
I've been putting myself out there more often, with 15 miles a day of commuting/errands lately, 7 days a week.
I use my bike whenever possible, damn the sticks-in-the-mud! Go forth, and do likewise.
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