|It looked a lot like this one.|
All of a sudden I was taking in the whole scene from this guy's point of view. Here is this sketchy (Let's face it. Even on good days I look sketchy.) looking dude with a black hat, coat, no helmet, riding a mountain bike on the sidewalk being loud right in front of his car. At a distance I could have easily been labeled a guy who rides a bike because he "has" to. Not because he "wants" to.
Then as if right on cue JP asks the guy if that was his car. The man very quickly said yes. Not in the way a prideful owner of such a fine automobile would say. But it sounded more like in the worried hopes that if we knew it was his maybe we wouldn't fuck with it in his presents.
It's one of those times in life when I wanted to explain my entire life story so this guy could be a little more at ease.
As it turned out that was the total of the conversation. But it did get me thinking about how a lot of the world must perceive us as cyclists. And even how cyclist perceive each other. Like somehow putting on lycra makes me better, safer, or more of an upstanding cycling citizen.
I don't really know where I was going with the story... Just food for thought.
Rubber side down,