No crowds to speak of last night or this morning, and again, rode down Hickson Road as if it was my private street! But crossing darling harbour last night I was cheered on my some green-lovin’, wild eyed pilgrims from the states – they cheered “Yay for cycling!” and waved their large US flags. It was…well, strange. Normally the only thing yelled out to me when I ride is some obscentity from a white van driver as he (yes, always a he) tries to clip me off and run me into the gutter.
mm asked me to ride over their tents this morning – but alas – none camping out around here. Sorry.
But Thursday the Pope actually cruises by my office window. City workers are encouraged to work from home but I have a few meetings so think I’ll have to come in. I guess it’s not every day a pope floats by.