Living in the big city of Denver, crossing main streets was always an adventure. You never knew if an innattentive driver would plow through an intersection and mow you down—and if you watch news from that town, you know it happens far too often.
Once I was crossing at Alameda Ave. close to Wadsworth Blvd., my bike all lit up. You should never ride without some kind of reflection, certainty not after the sun goes down. I entered with the light in my favor when a black Cadillac bore down at me. I watched as it blew through one red light and continued, pointing right at me. I was able to dive ou...
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