predator – cyclingPosted: October 8, 2012
Once when I was riding my bicycle I saw a little girl stuck on the sidewalk trying to ride a small bike with training wheels. She had spun the handlebars around and around wrapping the front brake cable so tightly it pulled the brake taunt. She looked over at me as I rode by on the street in my bright yellow jersey and cycling kit and asked, “Can you fix this?” There was no one around to help so I said sure and stopped my bike, gently set it on the ground ( those fancy road bikes don’t have kickstands ) and began to unwind her wheel. All of a sudden I saw a young woman sprinting up the sidewalk toward me, death in her eyes. I cringed inwardly thinking, “Oh boy….” When she arrived I had just finished unwinding things and told the little girl to try it. ( Thank God it worked ).
As they left, I got a smile and a wave from the girl, and a glare from the woman, reminding me that I was that most dangerous of predators, a greying older man.