Everything while we have it

This cyclist caught my eye while he was weaving south along 4th Street. I wanted to stop and tell him there was nothing wrong with his haircut that a bike helmet wouldn’t have improved. It feels like I see people all over without them on, and I feel concerned for their safety, like I wish I could carry around a trailer full of helmets in bunches of sizes and hand them out. I don’t remember seeing him after East 10th Street, as I was headed over to the Embarcadero and its southbound Interstate 880 on-ramp.

I stayed at the Tribune’s office later than planned, but I did reap at least one benefit.