To date, I am a firm believer that the act of a cyclist falling down at a stoplight is one of upmost amusement. Absolutely nothing is funnier than an absolutely ripped cyclist, riding a carbon fiber bike thinking he's all badass in his racing jersey and white shoes and Rudy Project sunglasses, toppling over while at a dead stop. All too often I'm the person laying on her ass in the middle of the road. Granted, don't have white shoes (a privilage left to the speed demons), a carbon fiber bike (sigh), and I am nowhere near a badass, but I do have the scars to prove I have hopped, skipped, and jumped over those cyclist milestones. Today, while waiting for my fellow cyclist extraordinaire to awaken from her slumber, more like coma, I waited outside her gate of her condo. After only about two minutes I realized, hey Katie, you're in the middle of the road and this is a potentially problematic situation. Being the avid problem solver I am, I chose the efficient route of clip...
I like geography best because mountains & rivers know the secret: Pay no attention to boundaries.