The other morning on my ride in to school, the light was just starting to turn yellow as I biked quickly across one lane of a boulevard and then the same on the other, but as I was going through the second lane and the light was just turning red, I could see a(n older) (gray-haired) (African-American) woman on a powder blue granny bike start to brake to a halt crossways to my right, to let me go through, rather than keep up her pace and just cruise through the intersection as the light changed for her.
"Sorry!", I yelled out as I biked by, right through where she should have been.
"Oh, it's no problem!", she called out, pleasantly.
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