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2008.09.19 Is that you?
2008.09.19 Deke left, deke right
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Deke left, deke right
I rode my bicycle to work for the first time this morning. It was ultimately one of my goals when trading in my tired old mountain bike for my ultra-spiffy hybrid road bike a couple of months ago, but it took me this long to get around to it. Maybe, I needed a cooler weather morning. Yeah, that's it.

At any rate, before leaving home this morning, my wife expressed concern for my safety.

"You have your helmet, right?"

"Yes, it's locked in my car. I'll get it on the way to my bike."

"Watch out for traffic?"

"The route is almost entirely on bike trails, so no need to worry about cars except at the street crossings."

I was right that cars were no issue.

What was an issue were the pedestrians.

I'd been warned about this by some cyclist friends and coworkers.

Whatever it is about human nature that makes pedestrians leap towards a bicycle when you ring your bell, or squeak your brakes, or call out "on your left," and so on, I'll never really understand.

On my 35 minute or so trip, there were no less than four people who jumped right into my path, regardless of the amount of forewarning they had of my approach.

If nothing else, it summarily proves that bicycles were not one of the adaptive pressures for the evolutionary survival of modern humans.