A rant to cyclists:
Every time I walk on the Dollymount Trail, between the Qualicum Beach Legion and Qualicum Road, you could possibly run me down.
I might not hear you approaching. I might not stay in place while you rush past me on your bicycle. What if I drop something and reach over to pick it up at the very time of your arrival?
Please don’t wait until you are right beside me to yell out a warning. For gosh sakes get a bell, and please don’t assume that I will hear it.
There are no eyes in the back of my head.
Approach slowly. If there is no indication that I can hear you, dismount your potential weapon… oh, I mean bicycle.