It's a Bike to School Thursday!
61F / 16C and light rain and Young Master and I are not deterred. Today's ride was a bit like the video game where no matter how slow you progress or how careful you are, obstacles are programmed to appear at the same spots in the environment:
* The difficult driver that seems shocked and impatient to encounter morning school congestion despite the school's physical presence since the 1950s (we take the lane and signal left to enter the school, we had to wait for an arriving cheese wagon in the oncoming direction before we could take the left, holding up the driver behind me that was signaling furiously for me to 'move over');
* The kiss-and-ride drivers whose concern for others dissipates into vacuum the moment her angel is out of the car (we cruise through the kiss-and-ride line, as the only other approach to the bike racks is against the flow of kiss-and-ride departures, a lady in a Honda minivan clearly saw me as I was passing her on the way to the rack, yet presumably because my presence was paradoxical to her, she did not react properly and began to move to the egress, only showing her the hand caused her to stop);
Bike to School aside: I am continually disappointed, though not surprised, to see people that live within a half mile of me in their cars in the kiss-and-ride line, there is a strange phenomenon around here where people do not want their kids on the bus for whatever reason but will not walk or carpool with others. Granted it was raining today, which seems to make people lose basic courage, but still. It's less than a mile, folks. End Bike to School aside.
* The county schools maintenance vehicles that casually dominate the parking lot after buses depart, seeming to block every way off school grounds (this was literally like a video game, with one van cruising to close a gap that I shot through while another was queuing to close the next gap);
* The driver on the way back who seemed perplexed by my left turn signal and was not sure if she was going to gun it and dart in front of me or be patient and get behind me (she ended up compromising by running up to the end of the through lane and angling her car sort of behind me in such a way as to block both the through lane and the left turn lane).
Culturally our community is still confused by bicycles, and that is part of why we ride, to get people used to seeing bicycles. In this sense, we are settlers of a wild west.
The best moment of the day was meeting a dad at the bike rack who was impressed by our escapades riding to school. I got his name and it will be only a matter of time before he and his son are part of the neighborhood bike cabal.