> Back in the day, back before running was reinvented in Boulder, there was a war in the > streets as you tried to log your miles. One winter I was asked why my running outfit > was so ugly. The colors of this outfit could not be blamed on my color blindness. I > dyed my long johns a deep pink, my shorts were a green-yellow, the sweatshirt was > orange, and my stocking cap was red. I dressed like this as a form of self defense. In > the previous weeks, I was hit in the shoulder by the large mirrors of a pickup truck > that came up behind me when I ran a short stretch in the same direction as the > traffic. I found myself sprawled on the hood of a car because the driver only looked > to the left as she made a right hand turn.On a Sunday morning, a driver swerved toward > me and my hand hit the door handle, slashing the top of my hand and giving me a scar > that I sport to this day. I vowed that if I was hit again, the driver would have a > difficult time explaining that he didn't see me. I was ugly, but I at least felt safer.
Smart move. I have a neon yellow jacket that has been jokingly referred to as "Exhibit A" (in case it is needed in court to prove that the driver who hit me could indeed see me). - Ed Parrot
