Today seemed to be
"Yell at Codger while he rides his bike day". The first
prepetrator was this old-
ish man gimping (for lack of a better word. I mean this purely in the
limping sense--not the
sexual) down the
sidewalk, half-yelling, half-incoherently-mumbling,
"Wear a helmet, wear a helmet"
Of course I was thinking of "
Stay on target..." from
the Holy Trilogy at this point ... But then, as I entered the street his
eyes went
wide as he screamed
"Suicide! You're committing suicide!"
I rode off, and obviously, in doing so, did not commit suicide.
crazy old wacko
Later, riding back home, I was braking, squealing loudly, when a woman pedestrian shouted
"Time to get those replaced!"
and followed with a
discourse on
her troubles with brakes, primarily those of her
car.
Again, I muttered an acknowledgement and rode across the street, into the sunset.
I really should replace those brake pads. My sneakers are getting really worn down.