"The one thing that unites all human beings, regardless of age, gender, religion, economic status, or ethnic background, is that, deep down inside, we all believe that we are above-average drivers." – Dave Barry

Last week I broke out the bicycle for the first time this summer. Last year's knee injury has kept me from anything beyond walking, but I had an opportunity to ride a quick mile to a friend's house and jumped at the chance. It's true, once you learn to ride a bicycle, you never forget.
There was a time in my youth when I spent an unnecessary number of hours on a bicycle. I'm not referring to my little kid bike riding days (those are necessary), but my late high school and college days. Did I tell you I worked at a bike shop? If you were driving your car to work at the bike shop you needed to come up with an excuse for the decision. No matter the weather, you were expected to ride. Hard core pedal pushers, they were.
I thought about a couple of them last night on my way to the store. I go to pick up some caffeine and non-dairy whipped cream for fresh raspberries (bumper crop happening). The store is a mile and half away. Last fall I bought myself a fancy bike pack for such errands, right before injuring myself. The tags are still on it. I imagined future Greg riding to the store for coffee, soda, and whipped cream, stuffing them in my pack. Last night, I had a chance to deliver on the promise to future me. I passed.
It's still on my mind because as I backed out of my parking space I am nearly clipped by a maniac hurtling through the parking lot. They almost hit cars and pedestrians before screeching into the street. Then, having narrowly averted disaster, I pull out in front of another car speeding to the exit. She is not happy with me. As we wait for traffic she pulls up next to me, rolls down her window, and screams some obscenities. My lip-reading isn't great, but I think she finishes with something about kicking my ass.
I can't get to my window control in time, but I shrug, showing my hands, and try to mouth, "I wanted to ride my bike!"
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