{"id":2693,"date":"2013-09-18T22:36:08","date_gmt":"2013-09-19T03:36:08","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/mofoxtrot.com\/viewpoint\/?p=2693"},"modified":"2013-09-18T22:36:08","modified_gmt":"2013-09-19T03:36:08","slug":"life-bike-seven","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mofoxtrot.com\/viewpoint\/life-bike-seven\/","title":{"rendered":"LIFE BIKE SEVEN"},"content":{"rendered":"

We are in the early 90’s. \u00a0Cell phones are on the verge of being invented at a price a regular person could afford. \u00a0They were a little bit bigger than what we are used to now. \u00a0In fact, they were a bag phone. They came in a soft bag and you could plug them into the cigarette lighter in your car. \u00a0Cell phones came into our lives and nothing was ever the same again. \u00a0 \u00a0My husband bought my phone for me as a surprise. \u00a0His thought was that I needed a phone when I was out there in the cement jungle. \u00a0I was very very pleased and had to come up with something to carry my bag phone. \u00a0Sad that I don’t have a picture of my bag phone on the front of my bike. \u00a0Few were the adults that rode a bike with a bag phone. \u00a0I was pretty proud of myself. \u00a0Some of you know how I love to advertise myself. \u00a0Well, I used to ride the bike trail that followed I-435 in Johnson County. When I was at a place where I was fully visible to the six lanes of traffic, I stopped, opened up my bag and called my husband to report that I was doing fine. \u00a0My conversations were just long enough for about a million Interstate commuters to see me. \u00a0I could hear them comment, “Look! \u00a0There is a woman on that bike and she has a phone!”<\/p>\n

Oh, I was the coolest road biker ever…with my mountain bike!<\/p>\n

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On my road adventures, I was nearly killed twice by a truck and a car who thought bikes should not share the road with motorized vehicles. \u00a0I was riding in a busy area in the Olathe area and a truck with a large flatbed passed by me so close I could have gotten splinters from the flatbed wood of the truck. \u00a0I had no where to go…no shoulder. \u00a0Another time I was headed south on a busy 4 lane road in Johnson County. \u00a0I was trying to get out to the country roads. \u00a0A car passed me so close, it made me gasp and of course mad. \u00a0I saw that car turn into a gas station ahead. \u00a0I reved up my leg engine and made it to the gas station before the driver woman could leave. She had a young son in the back seat. \u00a0I asked her “WHY DID YOU RIDE SO CLOSE TO ME?” \u00a0She replied, “Because you don’t belong on the road!” \u00a0(Lordy). \u00a0I replied, “So you tried to KILL ME? ” \u00a0I also rolled my eyes in disgust and looked at her young son in the back. \u00a0Then I left and proceeded on my ride. \u00a0I still hate both of those drivers. \u00a0When I see a bike rider on the road, I make certain to give them their full lane when I pass. \u00a0It’s better than killing them.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

We are in the early 90’s. \u00a0Cell phones are on the verge of being invented at a price a regular person could afford. \u00a0They were a little bit bigger than what we are used to now. \u00a0In fact, they were a bag phone. They came in a soft bag and you could plug them into the cigarette lighter in your car. \u00a0Cell phones came into our lives and nothing was ever the same again. \u00a0 \u00a0My husband bought my phone for me as a surprise. \u00a0His thought was that I…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[105],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2693","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-life-biking"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/mofoxtrot.com\/viewpoint\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2693","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/mofoxtrot.com\/viewpoint\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/mofoxtrot.com\/viewpoint\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mofoxtrot.com\/viewpoint\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mofoxtrot.com\/viewpoint\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2693"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/mofoxtrot.com\/viewpoint\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2693\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2778,"href":"https:\/\/mofoxtrot.com\/viewpoint\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2693\/revisions\/2778"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/mofoxtrot.com\/viewpoint\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2693"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mofoxtrot.com\/viewpoint\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2693"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mofoxtrot.com\/viewpoint\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2693"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}