Bike Commuting Story

Bob has been bike commuting to his job, approximately 7 miles from home, since returning from the summer trip. I think he's driven his car once.

He was riding along the other day and saw an older fellow on a big 'ol cruiser bike up ahead. This man was transporting a 2x4 across his handlebars (Bob theorizes he took it from the bridge construction along the bike path). So here's this piece of lumber sticking out several feet on either side of the handlebars...

Bob starts to pass him, just as the dude starts turning in front of him. Well Bob just kept going, plowing into the 2x4 but not falling over (great skills, Bob!) . The man in question did tumble however, so Bob stopped to make sure he was okay. He was a gruff old guy, and Bob realized that he had alcohol on his breath, perhaps from the night before, but he was not altogether with it. After Bob felt sure he was okay, he went his merry way.

A drunk bike driver, early in the morning, carrying a 2x4 across his handlebars -- an unlikely combination indeed. Bob was okay, badly scraping up his hand but otherwise in tact!