I'd like to imagine that taking a very delicate touch that only a master bus driver could accomplish. Any one less trained would have crushed the bicyclist.
What's the outcome?! Did the bus agree to fix the wheel?! Or did the bus smile adorably and distill a sense of the 'big picture' to the bike rider, who realized his pivotal presentation to the boss could win back the love and respect of his ever-distancing daughter and rode on determinately with his wobbly wheel to save the day?!
Anyway shitty creative writing 101 aside, i was hit by a bus once. Bus drivers don't give a fuck and will gladly pretend they never hit you in order to push on to the next bus stop and keep their shit on schedule.
Kind of agree with Cena. I'm generally very courteous and pleasant about bikes sharing the road. But there's some sort of primordial "bike didn't stop at sign" trigger in me that can really ruin my day.
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