There is a crossing guard that I see every morning on my commute that is just the best guy. He smiles, says hello, how are you etc. We have a nice exchange every morning. He is also the only crossing guard who gives me the time of day no matter how hard I try to engage others.
This morning he saw myself and another dude on a bike coming down the hill and got out into the intersection and waved us both through.
Also, today at Forbes and Braddock an officer was going after the people who cheat the light after it goes red. They have picked up enforcement here recently for this and also for the insane speeding that goes on between Braddock and S Dallas.
I used to catch the bus at that intersection all the time. There was a period last spring/summer where the cops were out there every couple days. As soon as they'd get back from writing somebody a ticket they'd catch another one. I always found this mildly entertaining.
my ex roommate lost her wallet twice here in pgh. both times she had the wallet sent back to the house- with all the money in it
As soon as they'd get back from writing somebody a ticket they'd catch another one. I always found this mildly entertaining.
It's incredibly entertaining. They could permanently staff someone there and pay their salary.
The crossing guard at Forbes and Wightman is pretty friendly also- recognizes me anyway, whether biking or running.
My daily commute used to go through Lawrenceville via Butler in the mornings and all of the crossing guards eventually recognized me, waved, and were generally super nice. I returned the favor and didn't go through red lights in front of them.
When I have to stop at a location with a crossing guard I'll try to poll them on how many bikes they've seen that day. Sometimes they'll tell me even as I am riding past on a green "you're number 4 today" or whatever. When asked, they all seem to agree that a couple of years ago they would never see a cyclist (in Brighton Heights). Now they seem to see 10-12 a day. It may be a matter of actually SEEING them now, when they didn't before, but I think it represents a true uptick in cycling activity.
My rear wheel locked for some reason on a trail. I didn't know how to fix it and had no tools. Two different people stopped to help. Between the two of them they had the right tools to get me back on track... and I gained a friend to ride back on the trail with.
I think we should always stop to offer help to other cyclists with tools, expertise, or just support. Often it is just a quick exchange: "Got everything you need?" mostly an affirmative answer, but not always.
I always do, especially if I'm driving in my car.
Returned a uhaul today from a work trip to Philly (where no one wears helmets). The guy who inspected the vehicle upon return unloaded my bike for me to ride back and noticed the seat was a little loose. He tightened it for me and gave me the tool to keep for future occurrences.
+1 for Helen!
About 2 weeks ago on a friday afternoon I was down by the southside trail in a gravel area by the Terminal Buildings when I lost some control of my bike and went down (again).... a guy on his bike coming in my direction actually stopped to ask if I was ok and needed help. I said I was ok, and so he left, but it made me feel better that he actually took time to stop and make sure I was ok 
Whoever you were, thank you!
Anytime I see someone on the side of the road I stop and ask if they are "cool". They usually just give me a confused look though. Probably because I am never operating they same type of vehicle as them.
The last person I offered help to was a cyclist while I was on a motorcycle, and before that it was a motorcyclist while I was in a car.
Interestingly, last time I had a motorcycle break down, six motorcyclists passed me before a cop in an SUV stopped and offered help. He actually walked up and down this road in the middle of no where with me looking for a single black anodized M8x1.25 bolt for 20 minutes or so.
there is one awesome crossing guard in regent square near the school there that will literally walk out into the middle of the intersection and wave bikes through yelling "don't even slow down, keep on goin, you gotta make it up that hill" and stuff like that every single time... its pretty incredible... depending on when he sees you this involves stopping cars for 30+ seconds
mark, that's gotta be the same dude. On Kelly St.
yup!
that school looks like a prison 
there are other good ones out there... the lady at 45th or 46th and butler is amazing... she has waved me through red lights, and often i shoot the shit with her at the light instead of cruising through... her son rides bikes, so she loves bikers... if only everyone had a kid that rides bikes!
I like the young Asian-American woman in a blue four-door car on Penn Avenue in the Strip on Friday who had cracked the driver's door, but didn't open it until I had passed. It could have been that she needed to adjust her iPod before stepping out, but I'd like to think she saw me coming and waited.
I like this. I'm going to say hello to my daily crossing guard (40th & Liberty) from now on. Nice to spread goodwill and all that.
I had a friendly conversation with a fella in a brand-new Porsche Carrera 4 convertible the other day. I pulled up beside him at the red light, and made polite small talk about what a beautiful day it is to be out in the weather.
The light turned, he unleashed at least a hundred of his horsies while I did my best 100W acceleration of my own. Caught up with him at the next corner and followed him for about a mile until he had to stop in a left-turn only lane while I was going straight.
"Good thing we weren't racing!" I waved to him. I hope he didn't have buyer's remorse.
On my ride this morning I went through the black swamp that is the West End circle underpass, what a disaster, and a guy in a beat-to-crap Chevy Blazer hung back behind behind me, turned his lights on, and waited until I was through the underpass to pass. I gave him a big old wave and thank-you!
@lyle I hope he didn't have buyer's remorse.
Liar.
The guy who didn't right hook me turning into the East Liberty Home Depot.
The person who turned my lights off for me the last night. In my haste, I know I flaked and forgot to myself.
The person who saw me trying to turn off their blinky for them, but its button was really hard to find, and it totally looked like I was stealing it but they assumed the best and thanked me.
Glad I am not the only one who turns off lights when they are on. My wife made fun of me Friday night after the Pirate game for doing that.
the man who halted his pickup to ask my friend and I if we were alright at the side of the road where we stopped to rest yesterday.
Pretty much everyone that I encountered today on my 70 mile ride from Brookline to WV and back. Waves from motorcyclists, every car, except one, that passed my gave me 3+ plus and the girl at the gas station just across the WV state line who told me I was crazy, but she admired me for riding so far on a "hot day where the sun's going to cook you up."
It might be because the roads are generally less congested, or I got lucky, but riding outside of the city is definitely more pleasant than inner city riding.
I lock my bike across from my work in the strip district, without knowing that a few guys have a barbecue stand that they tether to the same phone pole. after a few weeks pf trying to unlock my bike without disturbing their tent, they struck up a conversation with me (working in the strip, they say they can't believe how early I ride in), and they started moving their tent just a few inches over for me so I wouldn't have to struggle anymore. That was nice.
I used to live in another city, whereat people always seemed to be very friendly, well wotthehell it was probably just superficial but idc. So in reaction this girl I knew and I used try to win the game, "be the friendliest person you meet all day" including all the bank tellers and bookstore cashiers and bus drivers. It was HARD. But no matter what when you lost you still won.
the gay guys who flirted with me downtown last night while i was biking. i'm so used to pedestrian commentary being hostile, so it was quite appreciated
About crossing guards -- I think the tougher corners attract the better crossing guards.
We've lived a few blocks from Forbes & Braddock for eight years, and for much of that time our son got on and off the school bus there.
When one crossing guard leaves, we usually get two or three short-timers who quickly decide the assignment is not for them and move on. Eventually we get the keeper, who's totally up for the job and is AMAZING.
today, after class, I rode over to the south side and sat on the sidewalk with my bike on E Carson and 25th while waiting for my bus. I noticed my tire was a bit low, so I'm sitting on the sidewalk pumping air into my tires, when this dude taps me on the shoulder to make sure everything's okay, because it looks like I'm having trouble. I told him I was fine, and just wanted to throw some air in my tires while I waited for the bus, but thanked him for stopping. Maybe someone will stop if I have real trouble.
And about a week or two ago, I was resting on a bench on the downtown end of the jail trail, when I decided to raise my seat, and a girl went past, then turned around and came back to help me (I had a shitty adjustable wrench, and it was a pain in the butt to use). That was cool.
Of course, once I actually did wreck, and there were about 5 people around: a mom and her son, a few people outside, and someone who worked at AGH. The mom and her son got in their car and drove off, the others went inside. Luckily, the AGH employee helped my get my bent-ass bike into my apartment and advised me to go to the ER. That was the day I realized that people tend to be downright terrified when they see and accident and someone hurt. I was straight up screaming, and most of the people just walked away.
today, after class, I rode over to the south side and sat on the sidewalk with my bike on E Carson and 25th while waiting for my bus. I noticed my tire was a bit low, so I'm sitting on the sidewalk pumping air into my tires, when this dude taps me on the shoulder to make sure everything's okay, because it looks like I'm having trouble.
Heh...said dude was me, walking back from a Dirt Rag Burger feast. Nice to meet you!
Thanks, and good looking out! As I learned when I crashed last year, someone asking if you need help is hugely important in this world.
I was riding home from work last week, and as I rounded the corner onto East General Robinson (at the Warhol), I heard something small and plastic hit the pavement. Since I knew I had not run over anything, I knew it had to have come from my bike. So, I stop, and lean my bike against the curb (in front of the old Rosa Villa) and lean over the bike to take inventory of what might be missing. A group of 5 or 6 young men (maybe 25-30 y.o) are walking past, headed to the Pirates game. They are all decked out in fan gear, including one in a Boston jersey. I assume they were from out of town. While I was checking out my bike they stopped to ask if I was ok, and if there was anything they could do to help. I told them the situation, and headed off to check out the small plastic bits in the intersection. Turned out it was the reflector from my pedal that had come loose! Picked that up, and made certain to shout a loud thanks to the guys who had offered to help as I rode past them. They get a big thumbs up from me!
Yesterday, I was on Elwood St heading towards the intersection with College. This is a two-way stop; both approaches from Elwood have stop signs, while College has no stop signs. One car is approaching from each direction on College, timed to arrive at the intersection at the same time. So, I slowed up, prepared to stop at the sign to wait for them to both pass. Instead, both of them voluntarily stop (when neither had a stop sign) and waved me through.
The girl sitting in the car on Forbes Avenue at Murray who called out to compliment me on my trackstand.
I was in traffic on Forbes at Craig a few cars behind you two nights ago admiring your trackstand skillz...
Awesome thread! I <3 good people!
the crossing guard at 44th and Butler is the most wonderful thing to behold in the morning. she says hi to EVERYONE and always has a smile on her face. I was waiting at the red light last week, and she gently yelled "have a great day people at the bus stop!" precious! she also always lets me go first through the light when it is about to turn green (which i would do anyway but so what!?)
yayy for nice crossing guards!
Ok, this happened 14 years ago, and has nothing to do with cycling, but one super icy cold (like 10 degrees or less, wind chill was minus a million) morning I was walking at 6:40 to a PAT bus stop to catch the 61C outbound (Beeler and Forbes) and schedule-wise I was running behind and the driver was running ahead. I saw him drive through the intersection and figured I missed him but kept going because I was going to have to walk & had to go that direction anyway for another three miles or so, missing first period and getting detention.
I get to the intersection a few minutes later, and he's waving to me out the window on the other side of the light - he waited for me. Said it was too cold and he'd rather be late than worry about me, in case I was running late. He drove me to school on that route for three years, and I never learned his name but will always remember him.
Every time I have a bad PAT experience or read about one here, I remember him. I'm sure there's more like him out there.
Your parents put you on the city bus to elementary school? That's harsh.
Today, I was putting my bike on the rack of the 48, and when I got on, the driver told me it took 5 seconds, and sort of laughed. It was a good change from what I usually get from drivers regarding my bike.
I rode PAT buses to school by myself in 4th grade, and I had an awesome bus driver who would wait a few minutes for me if I was running late. He was a sweetheart.
So after reading about a bunch of people's recent crappy experiences, I thought I should dig out this thread.
Yesterday I took my first spill on my bike (you know, as a "grown up" and all). The road nommed my tire taking my bike in one direction and me in another, namely downward. Nothing big, as I was thankfully not going fast and I was trying to go up a driveway to get to sidewalk, so I fell onto the cement sidewalk rather than into traffic.
As I got myself up off the ground, a woman in a car stopped and asked if I was okay.
Just thought we could all use a reminder that there are some good eggs out there too.
Glad you're okay! I took a similar spill last week: forgot to pick a sharper angle to approach the edge of the cut-in. A pedestrian stopped to check on me.
On my ride this morning a pick-up truck construction vehicle passed me just before arriving at a stop sign. he had his right turn signal on and he waited for me! He waited to see if I was going to stop or be passing on his right before turning. I stopped with feet down and waved him on, since he did get there first. I should have noted the name on the vehicle, but I can't think of what it was.
Had an excellent ride in from Robinson this morning, thought it might be one of the last few opps for a full door2door bikey day. No altercations, the city and rivers were amazing in the morning sun, no incidents. Thanks to the bike I caught a last minute meeting with a guy I've been trying to get, on the other side of the river, the bike allowed me to get there in moments. So far the whole city gets a good people sticker today.
Yesterday, someone driving a conversion van with a 'School Students' sign beeped in a friendly, non-threatening manner to let me know he was behind me. I was able to pause behind a parked car to let him pass, saving us both the anxiety of him passing with only an inch or two to spare. I actually really appreciated the little beep.
On an unrelated note, I saw someone exhibit serious trackstand skills at the Doughboy Square intersection yesterday. He was headed up 34th (is that 34th?). I was just balancing on the curb. It was a beautiful day to bike home.
Yesterday afternoon I was on Butler Street around 45th street (?) when I stopped for a red light. The crossing guard lady stepped out into the street and said go ahead hon I’ll give you a head start. She’s awesome!
Riding north on Negley through East Liberty earlier. I was stopped at the light on Rural Street where it pretty much becomes one lane until ELB and the car in the left lane let me get over in front of him to pass the cars parked in the right lane. I have NEVER had that happen before. With all the other things to pay attention to on that stretch, that was a welcome gesture. Thanks man.
I was at the schenley park thing last Saturday, at the old Frick school on Thackery, a little after noon, unlocking my bike to ride to my next objective (it was locked to a wrought iron fence on the bushes side where I'd seen another bike locked earlier), and a maintenance looking truck pulled in to the driveway and honked, it felt like he was honking at me. I figured I was parked "illegally" and didn't see the sanctioned rack two feet away from me.
I was still futzing with my bag and rack when a maintenance looking guy walks over to me and I expect to be chewed out for parking on nonexistant grass or blocking nonexistant pedestrian traffic or chipping fence paint that was falling faster than autumn leaves, or just to be yelled at because I ride a bike and people who don't seemed to hate that that morning (angry old people who refused to believe I drive a car or that change could be good had irritated me a good bit already).
He says to me "You passed my bike theif test. If you'd have run away when I honked, or now that I've come to talk to you, you'd be a bike thief. But I guess that really is your bike." I grinned the biggest grin ever and nodded, he said "You see I keep an eye out around here, I don't allow bike thieves on my watch." I thanked him as we both walked away.
Highlight of my day. We need more of him.
awesome guy!
@ejwme - your story demonstrates the value of giving people the benefit of the doubt. Great dude, great story!
yeah, benefit of the doubt is a necessity. I'm trying to develop more of that, the end of my rope happened around Thursday that week.
That's a great story, ejwme! I'm always glad to see this thread creep back up the ranks.
while we're at it, let's add Scott to the list of Good People, for being so awesome he lands on a highly circulated official list of awesome people, further positively publicizing Bike-Pgh and cycling in Pittsburgh. (yeah, he's got his own thread, but it belongs here too I think)
cheers, Scott.
@ejwme On the maintenence guy at Thackery.
If you didn't pass his bike thief test BEFORE he honked, he needs some kind of recalibration.
I could see ejwme attacking defenseless bikes at racks, covering them in fluorescent pink tape and bedazzling them.
edmonds - yes, I think when I finally snap and quit my job, I would do exactly that (though you could add cars, busses, lamp posts, and bridges to the list). Pittsburgh needs more sparkle.
Mick - I was in a pretty foul mood and most likely looked quite evil and potentially dangerous. At least that's what my husband claims 
The driver of the 58 Greenfield into Oakland at about 9:35 this morning was not only very friendly, but when he passed a cyclist on Panther Hollow Blvd he moved all the way into the left lane. Woohoo!
@ ejwme Mick - I was in a pretty foul mood and most likely looked quite evil and potentially dangerous. At least that's what my husband claims
No doubt you were a sEriOuS risk to your husband.
I think the rest of the world was probably safe. 
ooo... another cool person...
Sunday the group of us were heade uphill on Forbes, to try out the new bike lane (which is most fabulous!), but on Forbes at Margaret Morrison we had to take the left lane to go straight and got a red light. The person behind us waited very very patiently and allowed all of us to slowly get started, up, and move over, and even gave us a little bit of time to settle in the lane before she passed us with lots of room, waving and smiling.
Before the wave and smile, she was politely obeying laws (a Very Good Thing). When she smiled and waved, she just about made my day.
She also was the first in a steady string of drivers that was pretty darn cool, giving us lots of room and waving. There were only 6 of us, so not the real parade effect, just people being cool to cyclists... Good People. 
into sarah (bikelove) today on south side. that was cool. I'd have met up with her at OTB but I'm strapped for cash and have a bunch of veggies to cook up here at the apartment.
not sure if this counts, but she totally made my day, in a way that I did not previously associate with grandma-in-laws...
So we're talking, and my grandmother in law is listening to me describe my plans to set up our indoor trainer in a manner that I can watch DVDs or hulu on the laptop while I pedal towards a wall, and she thinks it's a great idea to stay "keen" through the winter. She says these things get harder as you get older "you know, last time I went and tried to ride a bike, I couldn't stay up! And I used to ride everywhere, zooming around corners sideways!" I ask her when that was she says "oh, now let me think, that was with my sister, that was Atlantic City! You know it used to cost a quarter to rent a bicycle..." my husband interrupts "Atlantic city, when?" she says "Oh, last year... no, 2009. But I'll get it this year, that's my goal for the year, get back on a bicycle and stay UP. But I guess you don't use it, you lose it. I'll get it back."
We're gonna go rent bikes at the point this summer, she's agreed to go on the first nice day. She's gonna bike circles around me. She is awesome.
Balance is definitely a "use it or lose it" thing, and aging introduces all kind of balance problems, culminating in a broken hip, pneumonia, and a final stay in the hospital
Biking, skiing and ice skating help keep the balance working longer
On the other hand, kayaking hurts less when you fall over.
On the gripping hand, you should take grandma out on a tandem.
Lyle - I had EXACTLY that thought. I've never ridden a tandem. Where would the balance challanged person sit (ideally in front, seems to me to be the fun seat)? Are they rentable?
I think maybe I'll ask if she wants to kayak for fireworks when it's offered - good call.
I would put grandma on the back, not the front. The front is the fun seat, but it requires more upper body strength than the back does (the back requires more trust, though). And if you are balancing for two, you need to be able to steer in order to do that well. They can be rented different places, or you might find someone willing to loan you one if you can get everybody to promise not to sue.
You should probably practice captaining with a small, experienced, fit stoker first. Starting and stopping are a little trickier on a tandem.
I'm picturing a fairly small person here, but if she's a lot heavier than you are, it might be a different story.
oh she's tiny. tiny, and fierce in a wonderful way (Italian does NOT diminish with age). I believe her when she says she used to zip around corners sideways.
thank you for the advice, I have just the sister in law for the job
The voice of experience says do not go down Sycamore St on a rented tandem.
Trust me on this.
LOL - duly noted, Mick, thanks for that. She could handle it, but probably not me
@ewjme The issue is not whether you or she could handle it.
The issue is whether the brakes can handle it. As long as you have no desire to get your speed below about 10 mph, it's totally cool!
ran into an older woman today who had seemed new to bike commuting. She was really nice though, and totally awesome (it looked like she had on business-type clothes, and was carrying a purse). She was headed into lawrenceville via spring way in the strip, and we had a short conversation. I told her where she might be able to get a fender (she had the stripe on the back of her coat). She said "My knees aren't too good for this kind of thing, but they're getting there," and was kind of surprised that I ride every day. So I hope she keeps going!
AND ANOTHER THING.
One reason that I really love my job (aside from the job itself and the people, and the fact that I started riding because of people there) would definitely be that it's a bike-friendly workplace (without the official title, of course). I only know of a few people who drive in, most ride the bus or ride. There's always tools, and our basement is full of bikes that current and former employees are either storing or have abandoned over the years. We use these for temp. replacement parts.
So if I'm ever stuck (with a flat or something), and need a comfortable place to work on my bike, I can walk over to the strip district and head inside, either in the basement or in the back, and no one thinks twice about it. Today, I sat on the stairs and put on my new mirror.
My boss has even been on a smoke break, when she saw someone walking a bike with a flat. She lent him our tire pump, and when it turned out to be a puncture, she traded him the old tube for a good one from one of the other bikes.
Now if only the Wholeys would put some bike racks around. (but the wholeys are a whole different rant)
Wait, you work at Mancini's right? Best bread in town. I must have intuitively tasted the bike love.
haha, yeah, I work at the one in market square and the one in the strip.
lately I've noticed more people patiently wating for me to pass before coming out of anintersection or making left turn in front of me. By "patient" I mean that their facial expression indicate that they aren't viewing it a problem or a hassle. They are viewing me as "traffic".
I try to give them a thank you wave. That typically elicits a big smile.
(In reference to another thread) I suspect that, due to unjustified helmet promotion, those smiles would not be there if I wasn't wearing a helmet. That is one of my motivations for wearing a helmet. I cherish casual positive interactions with strangers.
Dumb move on my part: I was taking a little too long blowing my nose at a red light, so I waved the van behind me to pass, presuming (incorrectly) that the driver would be going straight. I started rolling again right after waving them to pass. Fortunately, they were paying more attention than I was and skipped my invitation to right hook a cyclist. They also didn't feel the need to honk, yell or flip me off. THANK YOU VAN DRIVER!
There was a good pedestrian on Fifth Avenue on Wednesday, when after I raced to cross the line to catch the light while it was still yellow, and did a fist pump and said "yesssss" upon making it, laughed, as if in appreciation. Hurrah for pedestrians paying attention to their surroundings.
ieverhart - I hear that, that's a rare beast in the city. Sometimes I think i'm lucky that the few peds I have out my way are so skittish and aware I don't have to worry about them more than to simply let them have the shoulder.
yesterday I took a spill over my handlebars (my fault, no cars involved, I was the only one hurt), and few good people helped me up, one called an ambulance for me (which ended up not being necessary), and he commented on how messed it is that some people just kept on driving.
@RF - I am sorry to hear of your accident. An ambulance had to be called? Are you sure you are ok?
Baguette in the spokes? You have to watch those baguetttes.
Hope you're o.k.!
someone saw it happen and called, but I ended up being okay. a bit sore, but nothing serious.
I started off having a totally crap day: woke up after too little sleep w/sore throat, didn't get to run with the dog (guilt), missed shuttle, had to drive to work, crazy lady almost killed me on the drive, got to work & computer crashed, internets broke, and Everything Is Wrong and Bad.
Then a random guy who works here walked past my cube looking for a coworker and sees the BPGH map up on the wall and asks me if I ride. We talk, he rides all over, he agreed to ride with me at the end of summer all the way here, the first person to not just take it seriously, but volunteer to take a personal role in my crazy plan. And he's a bit of a local celebrity, hosting a very cool radio show I like to listen to sometimes.
Totally turned my day around (well, that and chocolate pudding) just by asking me about my map. So thanks to my coworker, and thanks to BPGH for the map that sparked the best conversation I've had at work since getting here.
That's a great story! I've gotten to know the security guards in my building a lot better since riding in: turns out the majority of them are into one kind of biking or another.
cool - although I think you should talk him into doing it for BTWD (May 20). Then you can ride together every (car-free) Friday all summer.
[maybe i'm biased, but that's exactly how I got back into bike commuting]
The evening/night security guard (if I leave work before 11pm) is a retired cop, and always asks me, "You aren't riding in that are you?!" when it is snowing out. He is very friendly about it though.
salty - I think if I tried to bike from Penn Hills to Cranberry every day for the summer I'd be both unemployed and divorced - 80 miles round trip sandwiching an average 11 hour day is not in the cards for me...
The distance involved indicates that I have to warm up to it, thus my "end of summer" deadline, rather than BTWD (which was my original goal, but... life happened). My coworker even said "yeah, that will be a half day... But a fun day!"
He said "fun". And he works here. I'm not alone anymore :DDDDD
and he's not local, but the definition of "Good People" and using a bike to do it:
http://www.kansascity.com/2011/04/04/2774157/meals-on-bicycle-wheels-franciscan.html#
I may be stretching the thread a bit, but at ~6PM at the intersection of 228 and 19, heading north on 19 (I think, couldn't see what lane he was in if he was turning) was a guy in an orange vest on a bike - NOT on the shoulder. I think he had a brown beard, but I didn't recognize him (and I was turning). Wasn't all lycra-ed up, so I think he was just commuting. (and it wasn't Stu, which was my first thought)
If I'd not been in the middle of a nerve wracking turn, I would have shouted at him that he made my day by just being there, doing what he was doing.
For those that don't know the area, it's the convergence of I79, I76, sr228, and sr19 - all four are major highways and rush hour is absolutely harrowing in a car. That particular intersection is seriously wicked, with all kinds of crazy turning lanes and people cutting each other off accidentally and on purpose... and this guy was in the middle, looking tired but intent.
It felt like I just encountered someone else living on Saturn, and they actually like bagpipe music as much as I do. I shoulda been on a bike too.
The train conductor who rode past me on the new section of the southside trail that blew his whistle and waved at me while I was riding. That was a pretty cool one for me.
The train conductor who rode past me on the new section of the southside trail that blew his whistle and waved at me while I was riding. That was a pretty cool one for me.
New section?
Poor choice or words. The part that is only open on weekends. It was my first time on it.
My boss told me today that someone from here helped her change a tire on her car the other day. My curiosity got the better of me, so I'm here wondering who the helpful person was.
Speaking of good people, my boss sold me my first bike. Then a few weeks later, she helped me remove the stitches from my face after I crashed that bike into a fence.
Guilty as charged.
haha, awesome. she mentioned it today, but said she couldn't recall a name.
Today an old dude saw me fumbling with a bungee cord and a crate and came over to help me strap the crate onto my bike (I had forgotten a tube to tie it on with).
three in a row by me, I must be becoming an optimist!
Just wanted to say thanks to the guy who just helped me fix my spokes at Kraynick's, that was awesome!
I'm WAY too timid to ask people for help on my own, so asking if I was doing okay was the best thing anyone's done for me all day.
RF - I've had the same experience there... Met a guy, don't remember his name, he seemed to stop by just for fun and to hang out helping people fix their bikes (he spent a fair amount of time helping me like two years ago)... and he wasn't the only one. That's an awesome place, typically full of awesome people
