Wednesday past I roll out of work and pedal towards home. I like my home and I'm always excited about bicycling towards it but the wind has been picking up around here (a seasonal thing) and I am not at my fastest. When I am not going very fast I think of it as "clip-clopping." I'm old enough that I do not mind the occasional clip-clop. I'm also young enough (or stupid enough, your choice) that when I spot a bicyclist up ahead I try and catch up, and if I catch up I try and pass them, and if I pass them I try and put some distance down and if I manage that then I look around for the next bicycle to chase. Possibly this is an indicator that I was a Golden Retriever in a past life. Possibly not though as I've never grabbed a bicyclist and carried him home in my teeth hile trying to not damage his advertisement covered spandex-lycra blend plumage.
So Wednesday I see a bicyclist up ahead. I take off. Fighting the wind and the cars and some unfortunate traffic light timing I finally manage to draw even with the other bicyclist and then (ta-da!) get around the other bicyclist who may very well not appreciate that he was competing in a pedal-powered 2-wheeled Indy 500. Now I'm hauling down East Meadow and I need to turn right onto Bryant. Because of the speed at which I'm travelling and because I am not a very sophisticated bicyclist and because there are more cars than usual parked on both sides of Bryant and the road is somewhat narrower than usual...because of all these things...I make that right turn way too wide and at not quite the last moment encounter a bicyclist heading in the other direction.
I have time for a short look at that bicyclist's mouth which is in the shape of a lowercase o. The good news is that his mouth is not in the shape of a capital letter O because that is the shape of ohmigodiamgoingtoDIE! Still. I should have been slower and I should have been entirely on my side of the road. I say, "I'm sorry" as we pass each other and his mouth loses some of it's o shape and we both get on with our respective journeys.