I lost a good friend of mine today. Andrew Whitlock was 37 years ol
       He was a great engineer and overall rad dude. He was killed while
       riding his bicycle home from work yesterday. The criminal who ran h
       over was evading police due to an earlier incident. They were using
       the bicycle lane as a way to get around the cars stopped in traffic
       They have no regard for human life. They chose to mow an innocent m
       over to avoid facing the ramifications of their crime and now a
       brilliant engineer, son and friend is no longer alive.
       
       I recently started riding my bicycle to work a few days a week. I'v
       always known the risks of riding on public roadways. I've been an a
       cyclist since before I could drive. This is not the first time I've
       known someone hit by a motor vehicle but this is the first time I'v
       had someone I knew well killed in such a way. And of all the ways t
       have it happen, the most painful thing is that he was doing everyth
       correctly. He uses lights, wears a helmet, was riding in the bike
       lane, obeyed traffic signals, everything. Sometimes you're just
       unlucky I guess.
       
       It started last night, a friend of mine called to make sure I was o
       He said some cyclist had been hit in the city and he wanted to make
       sure it wasn't me. This morning I woke up to an article about it in
       news feed. They had just released the victims name. I couldn't beli
       it at first. I started messaging everyone I knew who would know if 
       was him. I got the first unconfirmed answer around 0930. Andrew had
       shown up for work yet, he was two hours late. A few hours later I
       received an email from a friend who worked with him. It was an emai
       from the company they worked at confirming that Andrew had been
       killed in a bicycling accident last night.
       
       It was weird. It still is weird. It's been a weird day. Maybe it'll
       get easier. Maybe I'll keep riding to work eventually. For now, I
       think I'll be driving to the office. At least for a little while. O
       the shock of it all wears off and I can really let it sink in that
       this was one of those freak accidents. Once I can go back to
       convincing myself that statistically there are fewer bicycle accide
       on the roads than car accidents; fewer fatalities. Until then, I'll
       cower in my metal box, endure the soul crushing traffic and bordum
       that inevitably comes.