The other evening I was gassing up the Shaggin’ Wagon at a local convenience store when I looked up and saw three kids cutting through the lot on bicycles. They were about 14 or so, two girls and a boy. None of them were wearing helmets, but that’s nothing too unusual — they haven’t quite caught on with the teenage biking set.
What did freak me out for a moment was the youngest-looking girl. She had one hand firmly on her handlebars, and the other holding a cell phone clamped to her ear.
This was a little before 8 in the evening, in lovely, urban downtown Manchester, along two of the busier streets in the city. And this young lady was zipping along on her bike with one hand on the bars, yakking away, blissfully unaware of the cars zipping past her at about 40 MPH. (The limit’s 30, but nobody follows it. Nobody but me, of course.)
I hope I don’t see her again in the newspapers, but I fear that it’s only a matter of time.