We saw you—barely. The other evening, cycling north up Agricola Street. You had no headlight, no tail light, no helmet, an all-black outfit and you were texting. There were others who cam close but you took the prize for worst cyclist. BTW, we cycle too—but unlike you, we believe it’s incumbent upon us to make at least some effort not to get hit. Being visible? It’s the least we can do.
—Not cleaning up the mess