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Claire Petersky
Guest
All of these vocalized, not necessarily heard by those being thanked:
1. The big red SUV with the personalized plates that say RUBY RD used her turn signal unprompted
this morning (after me making loud reminders in mornings past) at 173rd and Northup Way.
2. The person at the four-way stop at 156th and Lake Hills Blvd who was smart enough to know it was
her turn, and then mine.
3. The construction worker who was nice enough to push the pedestrian signal upon request at Lake
Hills Blvd and 140th, since my bike didn't trip the stop light signal (time to talk to the City
about it, AGAIN).
4. The flagger on Kamber Road who let me pedal through the orange cones rather than wait for
on-coming traffic to finish getting through.
5. The BMW that saw me at Factoria Blvd when I yelled, "Bicycle!" and didn't whip around the corner
like so many do.
6. The sight of the sparkling waters of Lake Washington in the sunlight with the air so cold and
crisp and fresh caused me to sing Modah Ani about four times. (The words translate roughly
to, "Thank you for restoring my soul into my body and giving me renewed life. Your
faithfulness is great."
7. The people who stopped for me at MLK Way and 23rd, when I hit the pedestrian buttons to cross
there -- I usually ride across without a signal when the traffic is light, but this morning
it wasn't.
Is your ride full of thanks, or full of curses?
Claire Petersky ([email protected]) Home of the meditative cyclist at:
http://home.earthlink.net/~cpetersky/Welcome.htm
1. The big red SUV with the personalized plates that say RUBY RD used her turn signal unprompted
this morning (after me making loud reminders in mornings past) at 173rd and Northup Way.
2. The person at the four-way stop at 156th and Lake Hills Blvd who was smart enough to know it was
her turn, and then mine.
3. The construction worker who was nice enough to push the pedestrian signal upon request at Lake
Hills Blvd and 140th, since my bike didn't trip the stop light signal (time to talk to the City
about it, AGAIN).
4. The flagger on Kamber Road who let me pedal through the orange cones rather than wait for
on-coming traffic to finish getting through.
5. The BMW that saw me at Factoria Blvd when I yelled, "Bicycle!" and didn't whip around the corner
like so many do.
6. The sight of the sparkling waters of Lake Washington in the sunlight with the air so cold and
crisp and fresh caused me to sing Modah Ani about four times. (The words translate roughly
to, "Thank you for restoring my soul into my body and giving me renewed life. Your
faithfulness is great."
7. The people who stopped for me at MLK Way and 23rd, when I hit the pedestrian buttons to cross
there -- I usually ride across without a signal when the traffic is light, but this morning
it wasn't.
Is your ride full of thanks, or full of curses?
Claire Petersky ([email protected]) Home of the meditative cyclist at:
http://home.earthlink.net/~cpetersky/Welcome.htm