This may explain why your walking brain would tell you never to walk through the tunnel where the southbound Lodge freeway turns into Jefferson Avenue in downtown Detroit. Your bicycle brain, on the other hand, says go.
The ride begins with an ample shoulder on which to travel; this soon starts to taper to an uncomfortable width. By the time you find yourself with no shoulder, however, you're out of the tunnel and awkwardly placed in the middle lanes of Jefferson Avenue. Your bicycle brain must now lead you to safety, and it will, because you can trust your bicycle brain.
Sure, I'll trust your bicycle brain. However, it's your average motorist's brain that worries me and should be of concern to all.
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real or imagined, Mr. Spoke?
ReplyDeleteWhen I get to Hell I must remember to bring my bicycle and brain so I can get away from the cold, day-old coffee.
-- LtD
good one.
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