The bus jerks to a sudden halt, and my butt slides down to the edge of the seat. We pause where the road intersects the biking/hiking trail which runs north of the city. The driver opens the front door and says calmly to the female biker who sits on her bike within inches of the front of the bus, "You have the stop sign, not me." The biker grimaces but no comeback. After all, a big red stop sign sits to her right.
I smile. I enjoy hearing the bus driver remind a biker about the rules of the road. I avoid bikers and always give them the right of way even when it doesn't belong to them. Better safe than sorry, I say.
The other traffic hazard in Seattle moves slower than bikes and easier targets, pedestrians. Several years ago, pedestrians received t...
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