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SundayXtra - - THIS CITY - By Bev Wat­son

THE traf­fic on St. Mary’s Road didn morn­ing as I neared Fer­mor Avenu the Ex­change Dis­trict. I can pedal when my legs feel like it. I was mak­ing feel the strength in my quadri­ceps, and com­ing quite proud of the shape my leg many miles they could take me on my b

As I cruised along, I be­came aware of engine com­ing up be­hind me. That soun “spidey- sense” in cy­clists; it usu­ally me is ap­proach­ing, and you au­to­mat­i­cally d make sure you’re hug­ging the curb.

Turn­ing my head slightly to the left, I the cor­ner of my eye a large dump truck at a good clip, but he moved to the left la sec­ond dump truck was speed­ing up to p curb lane; he was at my side in a split se roar­ing in my ears, wheels up to my sho a blur, pass­ing me by a whis­per. I scream then swore. Out loud.

It’s my third week as a bike courier. I’ And I’m a grand­mother.

If I could have caught up with that truc prob­a­bly my son’s age or younger, he wou fin­ger wag­ging like never be­fore. What if mother, I’d say. How would you feel if som her? I’d ask him. She could be hor­ri­bly hu be­cause some­one was in a hurry, I’d nag, in his face. I’m sure he would no more tha drive away shak­ing his head at the crazy

I worked for Nat­u­ral Cy­cle Courier fo sum­mer. They de­liver any­where in the c year. They use no cars; larger items are bike on a trailer. And they’re all very yo 10 years on their moth­ers. But they took sum­mer like no other.

My new job as a bike courier opened m the curb lane. I’ve heard that cy­clists ar heard sneers at their “sav­ing the en­viro young, gra­nola- think­ing at­ti­tudes. I’ve h that they ride bikes be­cause they just ca know oth­er­wise.


Bev Wat­son learned an im­por­tant les­son in her sum­mer of cy­cling: Bike couri­ers don’t cry.

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