As I was driving down the road with a friend on a trip to Julian today we noticed a man riding his bycicle along our narrow two lane road. Now cyclists on this road are always an anoyance because there isn't really room for them, but I do greatly appreciate people who ride their bikes. I think the world would be a better place if more people road a bike instead of driving. But this particular cyclist, despite the gray hair and heavy visage, may have taken his training wheels off for the first time today. He sat demonstratively low and wobbled from side to side with the rotating motion of the pedals. We swerved to avoid him.
Winding up the inclined turns toward Ramona, we spotted yet another cyclist trying to get some equilibrium. He seemed to think that if he jerked his handle bars from side to side he might make it up the hill faster. Instead he ended up looking as if he might turn and tumble down the twisted road and into the Oak trees at any moment.
Are some people just never meant for certain things? Or do all people who are a cyclist, surfer, biker, sky scraper window washer, etc. go through a wobbly period? I would hope that wobbles lead to efficiency but one can never assume. Bike licenses anyone?
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A drunken cyclist is the visual hyperbole of Sad and Funny. It amounts to being something tragically entertaining. I watched it at the intersection of Grand and Valley Parkway at about 2:15am several years ago. He never did manage to mount the bike all the way across the intersection in front of me. I suppose it was better for him that he didn't actually get on the bike. He was crossing when his light was red, so all traffic was stopped, watching him for about ten minutes.
A wobbly period. I like that . . . and I think I have that a lot.
Side note: It always makes me sad when I think about you not being a writer :-(
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