she had no idea she was going to die that day
it doesn't matter that i didn't know her or any of the countless others. we are them. they are us. it's always felt like an extended family to me. we who ride bikes. no matter the circumstances, when i hear biker down - it makes me pause. stop. feel sick to my stomach. for someone that was out doing something they were passionate about or it was their transportation or their job or just a way to be outside.
this photo is a ghost bike installation by visual resistance. i think i have seen one or two ghost bike memorials here in austin. i don't want to see more. but, i do agree they are important statements to the public and community in support of bikers rights to safe travel on the roadways.
we all take risks. i take my share. just getting on and riding a bike is a risk. shit taking a shower can be risky. these things are going to happen. but maybe awareness and remembrance can help...i dunno really. i just know it always makes my heart feel heavy.
the ride of silence is coming up: may 17.