Man on the street: Nice bike boy!
I look around. There are no other bikes. This man must be talking to me. He is now thirty feet behind me. I yell back:
I’m a girl!
Man in a car: Hey.
Man: Do you work at Egg?
I smile. I say:
Light turns green.
Man in a car: Get in the bike lane.
Man in a car drives away. I say to myself:
There is no bike lane on this street.