To the young lady bicyclist in the pedestrian crosswalk I came within a whisker of killing with my vehicle Sunday morning: at 1 a.m., a black hoodie isn't the best fashion choice. You are all but invisible.
I did catch a glimpse of her face, though. It was like "don't you see my light?" The light was this tiny little thing: a sort of penlight. Uh, no, I can't see that, especially when a tree at the corner of 21st and X Streets obscures the pedestrian crosswalk when one approaches from the west on X Street in order to turn right on 21st. She was saved by thin, fluorescent stripes on her bike frame, having to slow down for the turn, and the fact I was stone cold sober.