I have an appointment next week to get "mom" with a heart behind it tattooed on my arm.
No no no, not that kind of biker. A bicycler. The more humanly powered device of the two wheeled variety. And from day one of riding, it was like I aquired some membership card without the flat rectangular part to put in my wallet. I suddenly had a kinship with other bikers. Together we fight rude groups of sidewalk hoggers, obnoxious automobiels zipping by in their 4 wheels of speed, old ladies that don't know how to back out of their driveway, and right turners on red. We have carved a path on those busy roads not paved with sidewalk. We nod knowingly to eachother when passing one another accros the road. We happily veer off the beaten path to let the other cyclist through when entering a narrow path. We bikers must stick together, for we are all we have. We are too slow for the cars yet too fast for the pedestrians. If we don't look out for one another, who will?
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