It's not like this is Toronto or another really big city where the bike lanes are jammed and one needs to focus or be killed. No.
I suggest that there are four regular commuters on my route, myself and Mr. LHT included. For two years I have been waving to him and what have I ever gotten back? Nada.
Isn't there supposed to be some kind of code? Some kind of brotherhood and kinship?
|Photo courtesy of George Marks. I presume its copyrighted too.|
Although I have taken on Mr. LHT as a personal challenge I would hasten to add that this kind of non-reaction is typical, in my experience. Alas.