THE COMMUTE: THE HORNIT
Perched on my handlebars is a Hornit, whose demure appearance belies the 140 ear-splitting decibels that make it 'the world's loudest cycle horn.'
My brother, who used to commute regularly by bicycle, lent it to me for protection from 'those crazy drivers.' I've only used it once, and the driver was that same brother, stuck in school traffic.
Otherwise, I have not used it. Sounding it at every crossing as Mama suggests seems aggressive {and also painful}. And during the 'who's going first?' tango, pressing a button is one less thing on my mind. I'm busy with the brakes and my balance! And, if I'm not in a hurry, staring coldly at the offender seems adequate.
Besides, it sounds silly. You can't glare properly while making bird sounds. It lacks the proper effect.
I did have an embarrassing accident, though. I was waiting at one of the main intersections, when a bicyclist made the other crossing. I shifted my weight as he passed, and accidentally chirped at him.
I didn't mean to flirt with you, sir; I'm sorry.
Nice legs, though.
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October 28, 2014