A reflection on summer.

All summer long, I tried to just stay home on my day off on Saturdays, since there could be too much craziness otherwise.

I remember one day I took a short bike trip one early afternoon, and this car swerved around a traffic cone to jet ahead of another one on a street that was supposedly closed off except for residential traffic, and it and the other car got into a race, jetting down the street and jagging back and forth between traffic cones and those big traffic-blocking barrels, like they were in some racing action movie or something.

And that was on an early afternoon!

I find behavior like that scary.

 It's sad that I have to worry like that, and it restricts my movements.