What’s in those bottles?
Gatorade, perhaps?
In the middle of the journey of my life, I am--as always--a woman on a bike. Although I do not know where this road will lead, the way is not lost, for I have arrived here. And I am on my bicycle, again.
I am Justine Valinotti.
A driver strikes a 7-year-old boy riding a bicycle.
That is all-too-depressingly familiar.
Driver was distracted. Also too familiar.
The boy is OK now. I wish that were more familiar.
Driver admitted she was distracted. That is definitely unfamiliar.
She tries to “make it right” by giving the boy a new bicycle. That is new territory for the boy and his mother.
The mother notices the new bike isn’t as good as the one the driver wrecked. The boy, however, is happy because he likes the color of his new bicycle better than that of the old one.
While the mother is relieved that her son is OK, she doesn’t know how to respond to the driver’s gesture.
If you were the mother, what would you do?
Sixty-one years ago today, President John F. Kennedy was assassinated in Dallas.
I won’t get into the theories, conspiracy and otherwise, about “whodunnit.” What I will say, however, is that I contest the notion that his nation “lost its innocence” because I believe that a nation, by definition, cannot be innocent.
That said, I am posting a picture of the great leader because, well, very few people have ever looked better on a bicycle.
After this post, I will return to writing about “pure” bike topics, including my own rides.