Dear “Good Samaritan” Bus Driver,
While grueling through the first third of my 17 mile very warm & humid commute to work this morning, which consist of me riding in the right lane of a bike path completely NOT on the road for the first 5 miles, you took the time to stop a city bus, perform a series of rapid-fire honks, while doing a jabbing pointy-finger thing at me.
Considering I was in my lane, not on the road, wearing full safety gear, and my bike did not spontaneously explode AND considering there were no pedestrians, cyclists, or wildlife on the bike path, I can only assume that your actions saved me from killed or at least seriously injured by one or more of the following:
A. An evil mugger with a knife hiding in the bushes ready to attack.
B. An evil ninja with a ninja sword hiding in the bushes ready to attack.
C. Dick Cheney in full hunting gear, ready to shoot some quail.
Your actions, apparently, kept the eminent danger at bay, as once I passed you, you simply rode off in the opposite direction and when I looked back nervously there was no one there…. So thank you for your selfless actions keeping the streets safe for commuting cyclists like me.
Forever in your debt,
Now….. I must go & sooth my soul by listening to the insanely beautiful sounds of Með Suð í Eyrum Við Spilum Endalaust by Sigur Rós. I suggest you do the same… Enjoy!