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Snapshot of a morning commute - SOLC Day 4

Have you ever had one of those days where you wake up, and before any other thought crosses your drowsy mind, you think to yourself, 'huh, how can I make this morning difficult for my fellow human beings?'



No? Me neither.



But apparently, the guy riding his bike in the middle of the lane did! 

(Side note: my husband and I carpool. He is driving, I did not take this photograph from behind the wheel!)



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  1. Stacey ShubitzMarch 4, 2020 at 6:59 AM

    I think some people just don’t have a care in the world about anyone other than themselves. (I’m thinking of tailgaters and people who drive recklessly on highways.) Ugh.

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  2. Morna GershoMarch 4, 2020 at 7:00 AM

    I think I am so old I can't get mad anymore? I've seen it all! Cyclists make me worry and one's w/o helmets raise my blood pressure :)

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  3. AnonymousMarch 4, 2020 at 8:23 AM

    Oh dear. So many things I could type (or did and deleted🙄) but the one thing that always comes to mind: Put on a helmet!! #whattheheck

    Thanks for venting for us! :)

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    1. Natalie Dunne March 4, 2020 at 9:34 AM

      Yes, I feel the same way whenever I see cyclists without helmets! And my kids will point them out....loudly, lol. "He's not wearing a helmet!"

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  4. drferreriblogspot.comMarch 4, 2020 at 11:40 AM

    I've come across many people on bikes who do just this. I wonder what they are thinking and if they are really daring fate? I would be so nervous about others that I would be riding on the grass!

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  5. Diane AndersonMarch 4, 2020 at 8:20 PM

    Well written... captured the frustration!

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  6. AnonymousMarch 4, 2020 at 8:44 PM

    From the Devil's Advocacy Dept.: Maybe this person woke up thinking, "How might I give someone something to write about today?" Bravo you to you, four days into the Story Challenge, for being ready to capture material at a moment's notice!

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