The other night, Dec. 8 at around 6 p.m., I was driving on Fifth Street probably six blocks north of downtown. It was dark. I noticed a man on a bicycle, and by noticed I mean “barely.”
The man had two small flashing lights on his bicycle and/or jacket. I slowed my car and lowered my window so I could tell him (politely) that I could barely see him in the dark, despite his lights. That’s when I made out the form of a three- or four-year-old boy sitting on the seat behind the man. I could not believe my eyes. The man (equally politely and with complete calm) responded that he would turn on another of his safety lights. Really? How many people have to be hit, mangled or outright killed before the idea of riding at night is given up on. Would the man on the bicycle please consider what he, I or anybody else in my place would have to live with all the days of our lives if his young son was hit, injured or killed on a cold (well, kind of cold) winter evening, just days before Christmas?