Jeers to the racing biker who sped past me on my little commuter bike on Liberty in Millwood. I didn't know you were there until you sped past me! If I'd swerved or stuck out my arm, we'd both have been down in front of those cars that were right behind you. Give a little warning, please! Get a bell! Get a horn! SAY something! I'm trying to keep an old commuter car off the road & improve my health by riding to work. I'm not a racer. Give me a break!