Biking Tonight: Insanity Personified
I am an avid cyclist. I bike all summer, through rain and sweat. I ride in rush hour traffic for fun.
But you could not beat me with a stick to get me on a bicycle tonight.
Bitter cold, black ice, and early darkness combine to create a suicidial situation unfit for two-wheeled human-powered locomotion.
Yet what do I see in the mornings or just now at Union Station? Fools on bicycles headed into certain peril.
I’ve seen a few of these maniacs around my neighborhood as well–riding touring bikes no less (I might understand a mountain bike with really knobby tires).