My cousin was visiting from California and we were walking over the pedestrian bridge to the Old Apple Tree. On the way back, as we were walking along, all of a sudden a bicyclist flew by us from behind, like he was on a freeway.
He made no sound and we didn’t know he was there until he flew by. If my cousin had taken just a couple of steps to the left, the bicyclist would have mowed her down and probably not only would have hurt my cousin badly, but himself and me, too.
If he wanted to ride that fast, he shouldn’t have been on that path. My daughter said that, in England, the bikes have bells on them and when they come up behind someone they ring the bell so they know they are there. There needs to be something like that over here.
Harriet M. Hooper
Vancouver
