Have you ever seen a ghost bike memorial?
I’d heard of them. I’d seen temporary memorials spray painted on the pavement at the site of bicyclists’ deaths.
This is a different kind of memorial than I usually photograph, but when I saw it I had to stop. I pulled onto the wide shoulder where the man and his granddaughter had ridden. It was a long, straight stretch of four-lane, country road. Hard to imagine what must have happened that morning to cause the accident.
Despite the obvious age of this memorial, the grief still felt raw here. Like crosses marking car accidents, I hope that ghost bikes serve to wake people up a bit. I know when I pass them I’ll sit up a little straighter behind the wheel, scan ahead a little farther. Share the road.