Usually during lockdown, I have been walking. This afternoon I went for a bike ride along a popular flat bike track I came back jittery and anxious and worried. I am not usually like this. I felt suspicious and nervous of everyone. First I passed 3 lovely seeming young men coming the other way on bikes, one of them with a bunch of dahlias sticking out of his backpack. But I guessed they were not in the same bubble, I figured they weren't from our village, I suspected they were going to an illicit driveway gathering in our village. Everyone who overtook me felt too close to me. I read an article about riding in other people's slipstreams and the way the virus stays in the air. I gave people a lot of space but still them and their glorious children came close, rearing up at narrow parts of the pathway or one-way bridges. I could be unknowingly infected, they could be. People did not adequately wait. There was very little adequate waitage. They were practically jostling. They can not measure or they do not care. One father and his young son did not go into single file when we passed. While putting his son in peril he beamed at me saying Hi! Hi, I said, stiffly, unsmiling, and biked on frightened as i heard him muttering to his child, aghast and angry at my rudeness.
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