Nearly stopped, and with oncoming traffic and traffic behind me, I
gave a tiny little beep asking for a little more room in the driving
lane. He didn't give an inch. In the remaining space, I gave two more
beeps and slowly squeezed past. He gestured with his arm and yelled at
me. Fortunately, I didn't hear what he said. Judging by their dress and
age, I assumed that they were definitely not amateurs, and I was
appalled at their lack of courtesy and consideration.
Was it for guys like that that I fought for bike lanes while in the
Vermont Legislature? Fortunately, they don't represent the majority of
bikers and walkers who share our roads. Thank goodness -- or thank you
to those who understand. Oh, yes, and walkers should always walk facing
oncoming traffic. Otherwise, how could they see when a texting or
distracted driver is headed for them?
Judy Larson DiMario
Fayston
P.S. On another subject: While reading another of Ann Day's great nature articles, this one on Bedstraw (The Valley Reporter,
July 8), a fascinating way to identify this increasingly prolific weed:
the stems are square, not round, and rolling it between your fingers --
or even looking at it -- is a dead giveaway. Different! <B>J.D.<D>
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