I was sitting on the subway yesterday zoning out and wondering absently what video game the guy next to me was playing on his phone when he looked over at me. “So you really like bike riding, huh,” he said. I wondered if he’d seen me lock up my bike before getting on the train. Or maybe he could just tell I like to ride bikes? Or maybe he was just a little crazy? But then I reached up to my hair and realized my helmet was still buckled around my head.
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------ MOLLY LANGMUIR ------ I'm a reporter living in New York. I am also, according to the Internet, the only Molly Langmuir in the entire world, meaning that when you Google my name, out of 7 billion people, absolutely every single thing that comes up relates to me. Even the embarrassing stuff. I used to blog at mollylangmuir.blogspot.com and you can reach me at mklangmuir at gmail.com.
