Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Bitchcyclists
I know this post isn't going to make me any friends, but here goes.
I'm really annoyed, no pissed at the local cyclists.
First, recently during yet another Critical Mass ride, I saw the riders ignoring two police cars that were trying to get through an intersection. Real smart guys - they had their lights and sirens on, meaning they had somewhere to get to.
Then on Monday, as I step out to cross the street, in the crosswalk, where the little walker guy was lit up, meaning I HAD THE RIGHT OF WAY, I very very very nearly got hit by a bike messenger. Asshole. And what did he do? Gave ME the finger and called me a name. Let me repeat, I had the right of way.
Followed by the two utter assholes on Lawrence last night that insisted on riding side by hipster side, chatting, weaving in and out of my lane. Um, fuck off. This is rush hour traffic, and you don't seem to be paying any attention, so why should I?!?
Fuck it. I'm over it.
If the cyclists in Chicago want to be disinterested, and not follow any simple rules of the road, so be it. I can be disinterested too - in my big car, made of metal.
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5 comments:
Rule of Biggest Vehicle: Biggest vehicle always wins... whether they want to or not.
I often think that as I see high school boys on their little BMX bikes, not holding on, not looking, but busy texting... while riding down the middle of the street, oblivious that cars might not see them or be expecting them.
As a cyclist, I really hate riding in groups, and the behavior of the "butterfly men" in their bright jerseys and the people who ignore traffic laws really piss me off. I think that more bike lanes are needed, but I don't think the Critical Mass folks are making the case well at all.
did the messenger guy have a label on his satchel or jersey? Most of the ones in MKE do. Call that company and tell them their riders suck ass. Then make sure as many people in your office as possible will be calling the other guys.
Jennifer, you bring up a good point. I ALSO had a near miss with a high school kid who was texting and riding. He almost rode into me, it was scary.
B4 - see, you know what I mean.
Z - Hm, not sure. He was going pretty fast, I didnt have a chance to look.
When I was hanging around UC Berkeley in the stone age I had a little rhyme. It went like this:
Sticks in spokes may break my bones, but... Um, yeah, they oft times will - respect my space, bicyclist, because if you annoy me further I can show you what eighteen to zero in milliseconds looks like from the inside. And hey, they're YOUR bones...
mikey
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