True Story

    

     Turning onto my block the other evening I saw a bicycle-rider in the middle of the street slowly riding away from me about two dozen yards ahead. My headlights were on, so I was sure he would move aside when he saw them.
     He did not.
     I drove slowly figuring he would at least hear the Mustang's engine.
     He didn't.
     Finally, he cleared my driveway and as I turned in I caught a glimpse of him...texting as he rode along!
     No place is safe.