Bright clothing… check. Helmet… check. Lights… check. Following the rules of the road… check. (Around Key West, I am an anomaly. No one wears helmets, not on bikes, not on scooters, not on motorcycles. I’ve gotten a couple of verbals jabs and some smirks, and I don’t care. Bruce calls me safety girl and, well… I resemble that!
Nighttime biking on Duval St with my RU-seen vest.
Dear safety girl: there ARE times when you can take off the helmet….!
Dancing at Fat Tuesdays, helmet on head. (It IS spring break madness here.. you can’t be too safe).
GREAT FUN!!
Don’t worry Safety Girl, I am bringing my dorky helmet down there and they can make fun of us together 🙂
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