I’ve had my head in a book all day Saturday. I don’t know up from down. Go figure. Then I read about this.
She was 22.
Subject: [from DC...]
Hey big Johnny, thought about writing for a while. A friend from college, an absolutely great and amazing person, was killed by a dump truck several months ago in D.C. while on her bike: Here is the link:
Fucking tragic man. She lived in a vegetarian co-op in college with me called the Zu. So full of life, and always a smile on her face (a similiar description of the effect she had on people is found in her obit). I found out getting on a plane and cried most of the flight. It makes me look around at our car-filled world and how goddamn vulnerable cycling is, which also happens to be the sanest, healthiest, and most peaceful mode of travel in this industrial age. I won’t stop riding my bicycle, though.
I am very sorry to hear about this, Cameron. All I can offer is my condolences. I know that isn’t nearly enought.