A Sharrowing Conversation

About those sharrows...

Right after they started appearing on the streets near our house my boyfriend blew up at me (because I ride a bike): "They're painting these white bike things in the middle of the street—the middle of the street isn't a bike path." I informed him that they didn't mean "this is a bike path," but that they were there to sensitize drivers to the fact that they share the roads with cyclists like me.

"Well, all they're doing is de-sensitizing me to running over things that look like bicycles," the boyfriend said, "so you better watch out."