Had my first child not been hit by a car when bicycling with his friends, he would have turned 51 years of age today. Unfortunately, because of that fateful accident September 6th, 1974, John never reached his 11th birthday. I am also mindful of the countless bicyclists that have lost their lives during more recent times. Two close acquaintances come to mind. Both were killed within the last few months while riding solo in the early morning hours. They assured everyone that they were being careful. They probably were – but the motorists were not. In closing, my choice is to no longer tempt fate by intermingling with two and three ton motor-vehicles that are piloted by cerebral midgets. I’ll stick with the wide sidewalks and bike paths. After riding my mountain bike 17 miles early this morning to my son’s grave-site, utilizing only sidewalks, I gave him my solemn word that I would remain off the roads. That’s one promise that I intend on keeping!