Two or so days back I was minding my own business, pedaling home from work. Ahead I see the Oregon Expressway intersection. I see that the light is green. My heart sinks a touch but I begin pedaling my sorry ass off. This light is very short and unless I am right on it when it turns, it's pretty well impossible to clear. But there is a salient exception. If a pedestrian punches the button for the walk signal, the light is far longer and I can clear it from a ways back. And I can't tell if the walk signal is on until I get close in so...like one of Pavlov's dogs I sprint whenever I see green.
I do not make the light. I'm not entirely sorry as the bicyclist in front of me does not make the light either, and even from a distance I can tell that he has something interesting going on and I wonder what it is. From the back his ride looks almost like a Brompton, small wheeled. But it does not look like a folder and it's rider, a very tall older gentleman does not look like he just got off a train. The bike also appears (it is hard to tell from the back) to have a giant basket mounted to the front.
When I arrive I discover that there is indeed a giant basket on the front. And in the basket is a cute little dog. I say something like "Cute dog!" and then I think of my non-readership and ask if I can take a picture. The nice man says "yes" so I snap a quick pic. The light turns green and we all continue our travels. When I last see the dog (her name is Daisy) she is leaning forward, happily sniffing the air and her ears floating back in the breeze --- kindof like your typical roadie really.