This afternoon, I received, via email, this sad news concerning the son of a former co-worker.
It is with great sympathy and deep regret that I announce Linda Langergaard’s oldest son, James, was killed on Friday night in a bicycle accident on a busy street in Queens. He was 38.
I didn’t know Linda, much less her son. But learning that he was a cyclist and that he died on his bicycle gave me pause. It was encouraging to see listed among the two organizations identified for donations in his honor Transportation Alternatives, an advocate group for bicycling, walking, and public transit. James had been a member of TA for many years and volunteered for many of their events.
[The loss of a son is a bitter, painful, wretched tragedy now too familiar to an avid cyclist and close friend of many in the Adrian, MI community. Here’s a moment of silence for Tommy and his family.]
In happier news, my mom has started riding her bike again, and she’s doing spectacularly. She and my dad recently moved within spitting distance of a bike path. The last time I visited, she asked me to give the bike a once-over to be sure it was safe to ride. A few days later, she began going out for short solo rides. Soon, she was riding every day, and going a little further each time she went out. Now she’s averaging 5-10 miles every outing, and she’s roped my dad, her brother-in-law, and two close friends into joining her on various occasions.
And for all you cycle-chic folks out there, she’s doing it in jeans, a tie-dye t-shirt, and sans helmet. Don’t anyone else give her any grief about it!