If you are, oh, about my age, you didn't wear a helmet as a kid. Perhaps you still aren't wearing one.
If you wear a helmet now, you might wonder what might have happened had you not worn one: Perhaps that wheelie or "flip" you did--or that tumble you took--might've ended differently.
But what if you had worn a helmet?
Which bicycle part could be mistaken for a weapon?
A long quill stem comes to my mind. Still, it seems like a bit of a stretch of the imagination. A crank arm, seat post or rear derailleur (if held the right way) also come to my mind.
I admit that many people have more vivid imaginations (and greater minds) than mine. Still, it seems a bit of a stretch, to me, to confuse any bicycle component with an implement of destruction. Perhaps someone from the Los Angeles Police Department--or the Los Angeles Times--could have been more specific.
According to their reports, a 31-year-old mentally ill man was "holding a bicycle part that resembled a handgun" when an officer fatally shot him in January.
Victor Valencia's family members, naturally, want answers. They claim that he "posed no threat" and wonder "what gave the reason" for the officer "to shoot down my cousin like he was nothing," in the words of Sara Cervantes.
Indeed. I'd like to know what Mr. Valencia was wielding that made him seem like such a threat?
If I were to buy a folding or collapsible bike, there are two I would consider: Brompton and Bike Friday.
BF is holding a special sale for today, Black Friday. They boast that they offer "2 colors of black."
I have a question: If one were to order a bike in either shade, would he/she/they have a black Bike Friday? Or a Bike Black Friday?
Just askin'.
Yesterday, I "outed" all of those cyclists--which includes nearly all, myself included--who've stopped for Dunkin' Donuts or other sweets during a ride.
With that in mind, I'll expose another cyclists' vice. If you haven't eaten it during a ride, you've almost certainly indulged in it apres randonee. And if you've worked in a bike shop, it's almost certainly been your lunch (or dinner or midnight snack). Why else would Park make its PZT-2?
So, while taking another late-day ride yesterday, I wasn't sure of whether to tremble with fear or to be thankful for good luck (or genes) when I saw this:
