The bus jerks to a sudden halt, and I slide around in my seat. We stop where the road intersects the biking/hiking trail which runs north of the city. The driver opens the front door and says calmly to the female biker who sits on her bike within inches of the front of the bus, “You have the stop sign, not me.” The biker grimaces and looks pissed but no retort is forthcoming. There is a big red
To her right.
I smile. It’s nice to hear the bus driver patiently remind a biker about the rules of the road. I just try to avoid bikers and always give them the right of way even when it doesn’t belong to them. Better safe than sorry with regards to bikes and I avoid getting the finger, too.
Life and Befuddlement 