STEVEN WEISSMAN
As I stood on the corner of Pike and Broadway waiting for the light to change, a young man rolled up on his Lime bike, dropped the kickstand, and left it. The problem was that he put the bike right in the middle of the sidewalk. In my best “get off my lawn” tone, I asked him if there wasn’t a better place to leave it. “Why? Someone’s just going to come along and get it.” I could only shake my head in dismay, flummoxed by the confidence of his comeback…