We headed south. Road traffic was heavy. Bike path traffic was light. We successfully avoided hitting a series of joggers. In each case we could enjoy the music they were listening to through their ear buds. (So much for using a cute little bicycle bell to let them know we're coming.)
In no time we were at the event. A decent number of people there. And, as promised, lots of mayors. My favorite, though, was the chic Simone Filippini of the Netherlands Consulate.When groups of riders began to form to head off to work, we hopped on our bikes and pedalled away. We headed north to the Rickenbacker and a brief ride there.
Miami is such an easy city to get around by bicycle. On the other hand, it is a bitch to navigate by car. We waited at an intersection for the signal to change. Every car in all directions as far as the eye could see had just one occupant. And I bet they all bitch about the traffic, not realizing the humor in the fact that they are the traffic. Maybe one day some of them will smarten up, and figure out how they can save time and their sanity by doing at least part of their commute by public transportation or bicycle.
It could happen. With sufficient thrust, pigs fly just fine.
