Today, the universe vindicated the keen insights which were elucidated with such clarity and force of wit in this blog that Reality had no choice but to concede, and cause them to be realized. To wit, in yesterday's Expect Happy post, I expanded on my hypothesis from the previous post, Tour de Cart, that, paradoxically, construction zones which may seem more dangerous to cyclists because of their narrow lanes, sometimes confusing signage, and introduction of change of routine conditions actually seem safer. I used the example of a side street in a seemingly safe area that coughs up white Priuses (Prii?) with brake problems (or drivers unable to see cyclists) that appear to have it in for me, while the construction zones I transit on my commute have been a breeze. Well, today that side street was designated by celestial powers (or at least, tree trimming guys) to be blocked off with orange cones. Not a rampaging Prius in sight! (Exhibit A)
OK, I agree, by itself, not that significant. But then I came across the scene below, Ex. B, and it dawned on my: the Universe was saying to me, John Romeo, you know where it's at, bub. Your vision of the world, as you see it from the vantage point of your 20+ year old mountain bike with fenders and rack, has something to say to others, because you see how it is. Or something similar to that. Because in the Tour de Cart post, I remarked that it appeared to me that it would be safer to ride a shopping cart in a construction zone than it would be to ride a bicycle in a bike lane. I today I saw this, below, while riding through the construction zone, and experienced something of an epiphany: it is so.
Happy Friday. Get up. Go ride.
Ex. B: When the Universe Parks Your Ride, You Don't Ask Twice