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A bicyclist’s heartfelt plea: Give us a brake

The other day I was riding my bike on the road up Squaw Pass. On a straight stretch where I could see about a quarter mile in both directions, a big truck was barreling toward me from up ahead — a cement-mixer, which is one wide dude! When I checked my handlebar mirror, a car was fast approaching from behind, too.

It looked like these two vehicles might meet right where I was tooling along on my bike. No problem — not if the truck driver stays in his own lane, I shift over to the narrow shoulder, and the driver coming from behind has any sense.