It baffles me that people can walk around, outside,
near traffic, be totally oblivious to their surroundings,
and still be alive.
Friday I was biking to the ER (son ran into door). My
path took me through an intersection where the street
you're on, if you go straight, turns into a bike path.
So cars have to turn either left or right, but bikes
can go straight. As I was approaching the intersection
on my bike, prepared to go straight, I noticed a woman
on a cell phone, and I saw that our paths would intersect
if I kept going straight. So I slightly adjusted my
trajectory so that I would pass in front of her by
a meter or so. This all happened in about 2 seconds,
and my light was green.
As you leave this particular intersection, there is a
fairly large bump. My ancient old u-lock typically
just hangs on my handlebars, knocking against the bike
frame (which explains all the paint dings). It makes
a God-awful noise when you go over a bump, so Madame
Oblivious Cellphoner heard a huge racket right in
front of her, then I whizzed by right in front of her
(she probably couldn't see me rolling my eyes) as I
heard her breath catch.
In retrospect, I probably should have gone behind her,
as she could have fallen forward at any time, or
accelerated her pace. Maybe next time. And I know
I should have been more friendly to her, she's
probably cursing all bikers now. But boy was that
satisfying, for some odd reason.
Scott