As I look in my helmet mirror at the traffic coming behind me, feel the WHOOSH of the car driving by so close, and scan the horizon for cars turning off or onto the road, I am acutely aware that my life is in the hands of total strangers.
I never met a graffiti artist until yesterday. I was biking on a trail which took me beneath a bridge. It's a tough piece of trail to negotiate to begin with and then to pop over the little hill right before the underpass and find someone standing right there with a spray can in his hand ...
