So the other night, Mrs. Doohickie went downtown after work to meet with a bunch of teachers from her school. She didn't want to go by herself, so she asked me to drive with her. Because it was a girls night out, though, once we got down there I had to fend for myself. This isn't a problem in downtown Fort Worth because there are a lot of decent night spots.
I wandered the downtown district on foot. It's been a while since I've done that; usually I'm in a car or on my bike. It was kind of a luxury strolling down the sidewalk without having to worry about traffic except at intersections. As I crossed Main Street, a flash of motion caught my eye.
Two hipsters on fixed gear bikes when flying by. A fixie has the sprocket on the rear wheel attached solid, so it can't coast. If the rear wheel is spinning, so are the pedals.
They darted in and out of traffic in the way I, as a "responsible" cyclist, abhor. I looked at them in disgust and considered yelling some slur about their disregard for traffic law.
Gawd, I would have loved to be riding alongside them.