That was me in the chic black jacket and beret on the Ballard Bridge yesterday during the afternoon commute. It was surprisingly enjoyable, considering that the rain was pouring and the wind howling, not to mention the occasional flash of lightning, roll of thunder. I was counting bikers and walkers for Cascade Bicycle Club's annual non-motorized transportation tally. Luckily, I was able to view my bridge from the bus shelter. And I was wearing my longies for the first time since, oh, April?
I now know, better than ever, how bikes and pedestrians look to drivers, since I had to peer through rain-spotted shelter-panels in all the confusion of merging traffic, rain-reflected lights, and howling weather. And it's not good. I was praying those bikers home, 71 of them northbound, 21 going south.
But here's my more important conclusion: Get yellow. More than lights, more than other colors, way more than the surprising number of riders wearing black, the ones I could see were the ones in that luminous greeny yellow.
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