IOWA & EMERSON: Sometime in May 2008
I’m so incredibly silly. This happened two to three weeks ago. I wanted to turn left onto Iowa off of Emerson, so I put up my left arm to warn the car behind me of my next move. However, while executing the turn I had my left arm in the position for a right turn. Yet, I didn’t realize my mistake until I had made my way to Stella’s. What a silly girl I am.
Just like I don’t like cars, this story is reason enough for car drivers to not like bicyclists. I ruin it for everyone. Sorry.
CLARKSON: 11 April 2008
While riding my bike to Stella’s this morning, I saw a woman pounding on a car window yelling at a man (husband? Scott? Steve?) to “not leave with [her] son!” As I continued down Clarkson, I couldn’t help but spin the words “my son” (or rather, her son) in my head over and over again. I think so much reveals itself about the condition of a couple’s relationship, whether its healthy or in shambles, based on (if they do have children) whether or not one partner decides to cry out that the other partner would do best not to drive off with “her” or “his” son. That bold ownership the woman took over the child astounded me- my son. I think women are more susceptible to make such audacious remarks- or even feel more entitled to make these statements- because they are the ones who suffer through pregnancy (well, I say suffer because that is my view of it- you can’t sleep on your stomach!?! I’m opting out…but at nineteen I must, and for more than a decade, too.)
