Best Foot Forward



My usual 10-minute ride turned into an exasperating hour of being stuck in traffic, sighing and glancing at my watch. Late for work again, says Dido in my mind. Luckily, there’s something good that came out of it. The bicycles in the photograph reminded me of beauty queens posing in a pageant. They — meaning the bikes — looked like they were putting their best foot forward, hoping that they’ll get picked and bought by someone.