To the cyclist with a death wish on Cedar Hill Road last Sunday:
I almost hit you. Then I pulled alongside you very carefully and tried to tell you that you were completely and utterly invisible. You became annoyed. The second time I did this you blew me off, shouting “I can’t hear you.”
You were right about that. The only part of you that stood out were your enormous white headphones. No reflectors, not one. And no lights at all. All your clothing and everything on your bike was dark.
My heart goes out to whoever might hit you one day. Who knows what sort of injury you will incur. Could be slight or could be deadly. For your family and yourself, I hope not. The unfortunate driver would then have to deal with the trauma you created by being so terribly irresponsible.
Did you complain later on about having been harassed by yet another darn motorist?