This morning, there was a dude who looked like a shaggier, more casually flanneled version of this guy, sitting on the bus bench in front of our local bakery, finishing a donut, wearing a bike helmet.
I figured he was waiting for the bus, with his bike, which had his belongings in a plastic bag bungee-corded to his bike rack. I was admiring his chilling-with-a-donut-waiting-for-the-bus M.O. About seven miles later, on a different road in a different city, he pulled up behind me at a red light.
I pointed out to him all of the cars across the street, idling in the bike lane, waiting to pull into the new drive-thru Starbucks. Instead of commenting on the fact that bikes are being booted out of the bike lane into traffic or that the idling cars limit the exiting cars' ability to see cyclists, this guy says, "They are losing out twice. Not only are they stuck in cars, but they are drinking shitty coffee."
I liked his outlook. And told him that he needed to leave the light first because obviously having a donut in his gut wasn't slowing him down.
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