Now adorable just isn’t a word I throw around, but I had the distinct honor of following this exurbanite hellion roughly four miles today while on my day commute. 
Sure, she obeyed all relevant traffic laws.
Sure, she obeyed all relevant traffic laws.She was generous with the obligatory biker wave—bend the left elbow at waist-height and extend one or two fingers depending on your Mason-Dixon orientation—and the conservative blue T and jeans lent an earthy assistant-librarianism to her healthy frame.
But that helmet! Oh, those are minutes of wild reverie I wouldn’t take back for all the world.
Somehow, my car found its way home, and it’s back to work for this guy… whatever that means. Whatever anything means. Whatever meaning is. Sigh.