Yesterday, Garry and I saw something new. It was really, truly something we’d never seen before and hopefully never see again.
As we made our right turn onto Route 16 heading for the dog grooming place, I looked and there, on the sidewalk, was an older teenager riding his bike. On the sidewalk. It was not a fat, easy-to-manage bike, but a racing bike with turned under handles and all. Which are always tricky to manage in small, crowded areas and are not supposed — as is true with all bicycles be ridden on a sidewalk. You’d probably be amazed at how many people are injured and killed by bicycle accidents — mainly by being hit.
While he lurched and maneuvered randomly around the sidewalk with occasional dips into the busy road, I realized he had his cell phone stuck on one ear and was trying to ride his racing bike — on the sidewalk — next to the morning’s heavy traffic.
As Garry so well put it, “What could possibly go wrong?”