This guy blew past me at a stop light, a RED one, that I had been waiting on for at least a minute. And there was AT LEAST a minute more. He did not even slow down for it. That takes some kind nerve. Or something.
I caught him as he WALKED his mighty mountain bike up the hill. He shouted out, as I took his picture (with flash), "What's that?" I said, "It's a camera!"
There seem to be around thirty miles on the trip odometer for the week.
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