Joe Baker

I've made the switch from biking through DC to riding the winding avenues of Redwood City and Redwood Shores. It seemed like it should be a breeze. A beautiful area, not too much traffic. I didn't reckon on the workers across the street from my office. There are many buildings full of Electronic Arts' cubicle serfs, young dudes angry at their bosses, hopped up on Red Bull and Jelly Bellies, and driving fancy cars. An aggression cocktail. The streets are pretty narrow. Not quite enough room for an SUV to pass a bike. I can feel the anger building in the car(s) behind me, edging up on my back wheel and trying to pass. I'm as far to the right as I can go, but the streets weren't built for hummers and bikes to share.