City Questions
We’re all familiar with drivers getting frustrated sharing the road with cyclists. However, sometimes the frustration gives way to another frustrating behavior. That of asking questions. When I’m on my bike, drivers seem to find me very approachable when they need help with something.
Apparently, I am the person to ask. I don’t know why but they assume I am in the know and can help them navigate their troubled city life… I guess urban cyclist means urban expert?
However, I’m sometimes uncomfortable thrown into the role of city guide. And that’s when I start messing with them.
Which is entertaining. But sometimes I wish they’d ask me a question I can actually answer.
Closest place to get gas? Usually there’s a burrito place nearby.
Zing!
So looking forward to Burdick’s opening their café, since the new location is just a block from work. I’d gladly let people know where they can find the best drinking chocolate in the area.
I get asked for directions while on my bike all the time… Not so hard when at a light but a bit tricky mid ride!
I’m always getting asked for directions when I’m stopped at a light! It really bugs me – if I’m waiting for the lights to change, I don’t want to seem rude by riding off mid-sentence when the lights change, but I can’t really pull over and keep helping them!
My favorite dumb question a driver has asked me was…Do you know where I can find a parking space in walking distance of Fenway that costs no more than $10?