Valentine's Day commute was interesting. The florist that was supposed to have delivered flowers to my wife at her office failed to do so--and failed to notify me of this until 9:00 pm. My options for getting her flowers by that time were pretty limited--no one was going to deliver, and the florists were all closed even for pick-up. But I was determined. I found an arrangement at the Giant, and brought it home with me on the bike.
On the way home, flowers in one pannier and big vase with teddy bear in it on the other:
This is how I felt as I filtered past around 10 drivers stopped at a light to push the pedestrian beg button that changed the normally 3 second green light to 25 seconds with the walk signal which allowed all the drivers to make it through the intersection this evening:
Was not my finest. It started OK as I stopped off at Bikenetic to see Dirt and talk new cross/commuter tires as mine are completely shot and flatting all the time. Dirt was not around but Jan was glad to help out. I left informed but without new rubber for now. Back on the WOD and being careful to elude the dreaded FCPD I slowed at the Grove St. crossing only to be passed by a dude with absolutely no regard for the stop sign. He flew through the intersection just as I was getting clipped in without even a look. He then pulled the ultimate DB move, passing (and nearly clipping) two woman with strollers as they crossed paths with a gentleman walking towards them... yep, four abreast with him at speed. The gentleman yelled and put his hands out for protection and the ladies screamed. I slowed, apologized for his behavior and chased the scum down. As I got next to him (and gestured for him to remove his headphones) I became possessed by a sudden calmness (weird). I decided to politely explain what I had just witnessed and suggested better methods for future situations... he tolerated my intrusion and then I flatted. DANG IT! Luckily it was directly in front of the "Free Air" station on the WOD so I rolled my bike to the station, leaned my steed against the air machine (you can see where this is going), started taking off my back pack when I watched my bike slowly roll forward and fall against the pole.... result: