Categories: all aviation Building a Biplane bicycle gadgets misc motorcycle theater
I was working on the house yesterday, having ridden myself there on the Xtracycle, laundry in tow. Painting and doing the thousand tasks you forgot you have to do is tiring, and around 2, I decided it was lunch time. I considered my options, and decided that the Subway shop a few blocks away sounded good.
In a fit of laziness, I decided to ride there instead of walking -- I also didn't want to waste too much time, since all this house work seems to be at least 50% wasting time anyway. I mounted up, and started riding.
I came to a stop at the stoplight, and waited for it to turn. There was the typical weekend rush of cars headed for Ballard on 105th, which I ignored. The light changed (if I hit the sensor just right, this is one of the lights I can actually trigger on a bicycle), and I started across the intersection, looking for moving cars.
I heard a short horn-honk, and looked up. I was expecting to see someone mad at me for some reason, but instead I saw a bright red convertible. There was a woman sitting at the wheel, with blond hair and large sunglasses. She was waving at me, that sort of palm-formard, fold-at-knuckles, "Heya sailor" wave. I didn't recognize her, and am pretty sure I don't know anyone with a red convertible. I nodded, and rode on. I thought half a block later that I should have honked back, but it was too late.
I don't know what to make of it, but there are some funny spins: does she dig pasty guys on cargo bikes? A fan of the environment, cheering on alt-transport? Beer goggles? The mind reels at the possibilities.
I'll just assume for now that she's a fan of pasty bicyclists with oversized legs. Everyone's ego needs a little support now and then.
Posted at 09:52 permanent link category: /bicycle
Categories: all aviation Building a Biplane bicycle gadgets misc motorcycle theater