what was that? is that all there is? who is this? this is it.

Visualize a crowded crosswalk. Pedestrians walking at different speeds, each absorbed in their own little world, each the center of the universe. You’re bombing down Columbia from 701 5^th and you want to take a right turn onto 4^th Avenue through that crosswalk of peds. Keeping in mind pavement conditions, a steady rain and your innate sense of your tires ability to grip the road you plan your line. Taking up all three lanes of Columbia because traffic is light you begin the graceful arcing slice of a right turn not even touching the brakes you aim for the apex and look to go wide on 4^th. Your gap in the peds opens and looks to be consistent. You hold your line and a smile breaks across your face as your eyes widen and you laugh to yourself. Alls well until one of those peds drops her cell phone in the crosswalk, stops, pivots and goes back for it. There goes the perfect trajectory, the ultimate line, the sweetest slice, the gap disappears…Oh well you have to hit the brakes after all. It was going in your mind at least for one brief shining moment. (see Lane Kagay’s excellent analysis of an urban intersection www.cetmaracks.com )

Thought of the day: Tire liners may prevent flat tires, holding off punctures. However, the tire liner itself will eventually slice its way through your inner tube if left in place long enough. And that’s the price you pay.