March 12, 2012
10 years ago I did the AIDS ride from SF to LA. I was not a seasoned biker and so when I purchased a stick on rear view mirror for my helmet people chuckled and called me "Fred". (Some kind of biker slur). But when we were biking I became the warning beacon since at all times I knew what was coming from behind. Not fashionable, but useful. Now that I bike to work in Berlin, the trusty rear view mirror is once again a life extender providing early warning for trollies, taxis and other bicyclists who all terrorize the new biker to Berlin.
Keeping an eye on what's coming from behind is a good practice for all of life's domains. It's back to working round the clock again to compress what should take weeks into days. The bloodshot eye is the tell.
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