Car repair turns troublesome
Each morning he put on his jacket and tie, packed an apple and sandwich in a small brown paper bag, and jumped on his 10-speed. He appeared content to peddle while my sister, brother and I, all in our teens, drove cars to class.
Sometimes his travel mechanism of choice evoked unpleasant reactions from others. He recalls a time when a truckload full of outspoken teenage boys passed him on the road shouting something less-than-respectful.
My father preceded to pedal after the truck to offer the young men a few words about acceptable traffic communication and etiquette.