So, you’re biking along a quiet residential street, enjoying the pattern of the autumn sun through changing leaves. You’ve had a headache all morning (not helped by the hours you’ve spent at the computer finishing up an electronic-editing project), but the mild exertion of biking, and the fresh outdoors air, is helping to clear your head.
You aren’t thinking about anything in particular, you are just being present in the Now.
“Try the SIDEWALK!!”
You lose your place in the Now as a car passes you, its passenger leaning out to shout at you.
Later, in the Should-Have-Been world, you would have replied, “Share the road!”
At this moment, in the Real World, you splutter, too surprised to say anything pithy, “But that’s not where bikes are supposed to ride!”
But the sedan is long gone by now, turning up ahead at the corner. They surely didn’t hear you.
Damn retirees, cruising the streets and harrassing innocent bicyclists.
Something ought to be done about them.