On many rides from my home in Worthington I head south.  About 5 to 6 miles away is the Ohio State main campus.  The street I live on dead ends into a cross street.  Where those two streets intersect is nothing but student apartments, sororities, and fraternities. 

Take 80+ degrees, add a sunny cloudless May Saturday afternoon, throw in beer, and here’s what lines the sidewalks and the yards for miles in every direction:

Bicycling is an inherently dangerous past time even if you are paying attention to where you’re going.  If you’re not paying attention because, say, you’re developing whiplash from trying to look from side to side to see them all . . . accidents can happen.