Last week, I waited at an intersection with a cyclist who had two kids on a bike seat behind her. The kids waved at me, decked out in helmets with spaceships on them. When the light turned we proceeded up one of those narrow streets. I pinched as far right as possible to let a car pass. Given her load, the woman couldn’t move over far enough and the car pulled to within inches of her kids.
The woman turned and raised her palm at the guy, shrugging as though to say hey, what do you want from me? urging him to back off. He laid on the horn and began swearing at her, tailing her until the next intersection where she stopped to collect herself.
Being behind her on the road probably cost that man an extra 20 seconds. But I bet the woman thought about that driver for the rest of the evening. Maybe she considered whether it was safe to transport her kids that way. I ask myself that all the time – I rarely have less faith in people than I do when I’m on the road.