Tuesday AM. Riding down 25th St towards 22nd St Caltrain.
At the four way stop at Capp, I stop (ok, slow way way down) to let
a truck clear the intersection coming from the left. Out of the corner of
my eye I spot something and my spidey senses go off as I roll into the
intersection after the truck clears, and veer/brake to avoid hitting a guy
on a fixie who followed the truck into the intersection.
I slid past him and muttered "we almost had a little dustup there buddy".
He apologized and I said "No harm, no foul, I spotted you tailing that truck".
He said "That's what the orange rims are for" and headed right on Folsom.
I made a mental note "Orange Deep V rims == ALERT! I DON'T KNOW HOW TO RIDE MY BIKE"
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