Bicycle Stories greetings to those early-morning car drivers heading south on Morris Bridge Road who meet my hand greetings with a smile, wave or a peace sign.
As I head north on Morris Bridge Road to Flatwoods Park every morning, I see a caravan of commuting cars heading in the opposite direction. Most ignore my peace sign or power fist greeting or wave, but there is a significant number of drivers who give the thumb's up or a cheerful wave as they drive south to I-75 and Fletcher Avenue.
The truth is the majority of drivers I see in the morning look like zombies behind the wheel. I feel sad for them because driving a car has rendered them lifeless. I think they need to ride a bike.