Heading down the Custis trail into Rosslyn, I followed an interesting bike commuter this morning. He rode careful and in control. He rang his bell for pedestrians, and used handsignals when passing. However, I was taken aback when I saw that he was putting foot down ala Fred Flintstone at every stop. I wanted to stop him, scold him, then fix his brakes. But for some reason, I could not stop watching the show. As it turns out, the guy works in the same building as me. I see his bike almost everyday and I’m wondering how long he has been riding in like this. I told him I was behind him on the Custis and let him know that it wasn’t real safe to head down that hill with little or no brakes. I extended an offer to fix them or loan him the tools to do so. He said thanks for the offer and told me that he didn’t have a lot of time to work on his bike. Besides, since his trip home is uphill, he didn’t have to rely on brakes. Now I am notorious for not having time to work on my bike, but this guy takes the cake. I’m tempted to go down to the garage and fix his bike.
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