I spied him -- I assumed it was a him -- when I was a quarter mile from the stoplight at Waxpool and Smiths Switch. Another bike commuter! Riding in the same direction as me! I hoped that the light would stay red long enough for me to catch up to him. Luck was with me and I smoothly pulled up beside the male commuter. We chatted a bit during the remainder of the red light and then I wound up beating him off the line because it took him a few extra seconds to clip into his pedal.
was, presumably, safety in numbers and cars gave us a wide berth as we
rode single file in the right hand lane. He was more daring than I at
entering the campus among the turning vehicles while I waited for the
cars to clear before I made my own entrance. He cut through a parking
lot while I continued on the street and through the garage. I had parked
and was locking my bike as he pulled up to the rack. We bid each other
adieu and headed to our respective destinations.