I was cycling west on 10th Avenue along the Off-Broadway bike route when I was passed 鈥� no big deal except it happened so close to an intersection 鈥� by a surprisingly speedy upright rider. He wore a reflective orange safety vest, helmet and ram-rod posture.
His calves were chunky and just a little shiny.
Ten metres from the four-way stop at Ash Street, I braked. There was one car in front of us with its left turn signal flashing, and people in cars and bikes lined up from the other three directions.
But who cares about them? Ding-a-ling zipped to the left of the left-turning car, cutting it off as the driver advanced in turn, and continued as straight ahead as he was straight-backed.
Disregard for right-of-way while making himself vulnerable? No wonder Mr. Posture wears so much safety gear.
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