amaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyzing!

As I pedaled past a bus stop I heard a kid yell, "Your wheels are amaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyzing!" It wasn't until the elongated second syllable that I registered he was talking to me. I have a Monkey Light on my front wheel. It is a string of blinking LED's along a spoke that I can set to display a variety of images as the wheel turns. Right now it's set to a flaming comet. I think it looks kind of like a hot teardrop, however. I waved back at the kid and smiled. I am always so happy to be a part of positive interactions between strangers. I didn't see any other cyclists until 5 miles into my commute. That's when "orange rafting bag" (I gave names to all the regulars I'm beginning to recognize on my route, but that's for another post) said to me, "We must be crazy to be riding in this weather!" He must have been right, because I was only number 131 to cross the bridge counter. The weather service warned of gale force winds again. At one point a truck paralleled me going the same speed, making me anxious. I slowed down so we weren't going the same speed, and he swerved into the bike line forcing me to brake. He quickly swerved out, then kindly put on his blinker before swerving back into the lane and turning. I am not sure if he was focused on finding his way and it happened to work to my benefit, or if he saw me and decided to signal. Either way, I was glad for his swerving out so I didn't have to make a full stop. Downtown, a lane-parked chauffeur tried to inch forward when he saw me stropped behind him. He stopped to pick up his riders, and apologized to me and suggested I pass him. I shook my head, not wanting to "ride the white line" as so many speed-hungry cyclists do. Never in 3 years have I encountered such a kind professional driver downtown. I hope to secure the multiple kindnesses of today in my memory banks for later when things do not go so well.