Vision on Fourth Avenue

Fourth Avenue. As streets go, not really memorable. Not really a residential lane, but certainly not an artery, it gets its traffic mostly from its use as a short-cut to the Pleasant Street bridge, a reasonable way to avoid the downtown district. I had just taken a spin around the golf course on my trusty bicycle, and was heading for home when I turned south after crossing the river. In a scene that seemed staged and performed in slow motion, a young woman walking on the sidewalk on the other side of the road stopped, smiled, and lifted her t-shirt top and flashed a motorcyclist who was heading north. He responded with a twist of the accelerator and a short nod. And then it was over. Once again, she resumed her walk. The motorcyclist continued on, and I kept going; past the woman, down to Harrison Street and then home. There was a story there, but it was evidently not intended for my eyes.