… Oy. I *must* figure out how to get those Schwinn S6 (or is it S7?) tyres to sit roundly on the rim. I rode the Racer out to work after the funeral ’cause it will get me back faster to meet about the “what are we going to do about this?” meeting.
I decided that whilst the Racer was a somber black, the retroreflective lips might just not be appropriate for parking in front of a funeral home. I decided the Gazelle had made sense for Fritz’ funeral, since he was my path to get that bike, but that good ol’ Xtra was the best for this. I had trouble finding clothes… and I just wasn’t brave enough to wear my heels but I think I am going to wear them around more so that that’s an option. (Right now, me walkin’ in them is still comic.)
Black tights under black sweats under my mostly black skirt worked very well. Yes, I could have just done the dress if I were ridign the Gazelle — but it is NOT that warm outside. We were singing from rows of chairs (they had to do multiple rooms with closed circuit TV … open casket, but only her face really showing). Many Tuesday Pedaling for Pleasure regulars there.
I got to find that critical B as a second soprano and then go back and belt out a great alto Gospel thing Cindy loved.
But… I’m afraid that yes, between the inspirational words from the pastor, and the thorough explanation of the politics of the Thessalonians, it was all a tragic accident and Cindy knew the risks and had prepared herself for them… by being prepared for death. Not word one about the responsibility humans have for *not* taking specific actions that endanger others — to think FIRST.
I hear that actually, a lawyer has had success in a case in Illinois with our new 3-foot law that should be useful here… but… so far, I don’t know if Julia Rietz has done that homework. I would *love* to find out that she is doing the right things behind the scenes. However, so far the doubt I’ve been trying to give her the benefit of has been shrinking, shrinking.