A small adjustment, a quick whistle, a couple of pedal strokes, away.
Now I know how unusual something must become for me to realize I’ve seen it before. For this was the second time I’d witnessed this gentleman, his front-loading cargo bike and the non-paying passenger in the fur coat.
The first time was the day before, on an entirely different street.
The sun shined that day, as well. For all concerned.
I’m sure the dog more than pays his way.