Back in the day, back before running was reinvented in Boulder, there was a war in the streets as you tried to log your miles. One winter I was asked why my running outfit was so ugly. The colors of this outfit could not be blamed on my color blindness. I dyed my long johns a deep pink, my shorts were a green-yellow, the sweatshirt was orange, and my stocking cap was red. I dressed like this as a form of self defense. In the previous weeks, I was hit in the shoulder by the large mirrors of a pickup truck that came up behind me when I ran a short stretch in the same direction as the traffic. I found myself sprawled on the hood of a car because the driver only looked to the left as she made a right hand turn.On a Sunday morning, a driver swerved toward me and my hand hit the door handle, slashing the top of my hand and giving me a scar that I sport to this day. I vowed that if I was hit again, the driver would have a difficult time explaining that he didn't see me. I was ugly, but I at least felt safer. Have a happy new year. JL
"Martin J. Dixon" wrote: > Have almost got in some fights because of the verbal and even physical abuse of > the smokers who gather out in front of the 3 high schools in polite Brantford, > Ontario, Canada that I run by periodically. How I react will usually depend on how > hard I am working. It definitely isn't a regional thing. Right now, I'm in > Ellicottville NY about an hour south of Buffalo and some of the locals are inbred > rednecks and they have actually chased me with their vehicles. > Regards, > Martin > > ghill wrote: > > > > > > > Is Dan's experience a regional thing, or just another sign of modern > > society's breakdown in civility?
