Wouldn’t you know, that the day my new bicycle finally arrives, after weeks of delay and miscommunications, after years of fear regarding the Boston city streets, after studying maps and sizing helmets and coming to terms with my mortality, I leave my apartment to pick up said bicycle — and halfway there a man cuts in front of me on the sidewalk, walking his bike.
At first I just think he just happens to have the body type of a sea anemone, with a tuft of strange hair emerging from a head slightly less wide than his head, and an oceanic wobble wobble to his walk. But then I realize he is wearing a neck brace. When he looks back to check for cars, his eyes wander in different directions.
And we walk like this, with him maintaining position a block or so in front of me, escorting his bicycle — wobble wobble wobble — nearly the entire way to Porter Square.