My morning bicycle commute is synced with the bus schedule, since I take the girls to the stop first and see them off. The rest of my 8-minute ride is a kind of Groundhog Day tableau since I leave that bus stop at the same time every morning, and since the arrival of the bus there depends so intricately on stoplight timings.
Bus 32 goes by. Then the second bus 32 goes by. I don't know why there are two right in a row, but there are (inbound morning rush?)
Barely miss that green light. Wait for the next.
Dodge the influx of cycling students slightly late for their 8am classes at a certain building.
Pass brother and sister walking to school. The brother is always wearing an Angry Birds hat.
Barely miss that green light, too. Go to the next block to catch that one instead (but I'll still have to wait).
Double-decker bus goes by as I wait at the signal.
Almost to the office. Pass woman sitting on a stoop smoking a cigarette (sometimes. She doesn't depend on the traffic signals, after all).
And I'm there!
