musings of a bicycle-riding girl

you know I ride my bike to work almost every day.

it's a soild 10km there and another back, so yr grl is getting in good shape this summer

I'll crush your ribs with my thighs of steel.

biking is getting pretty big here (which is nice)

this morning I counted and I passed over thirty cyclists on my way to work

we all smiled and waved at each other

because we're bros

on our motherfuckin' bikes

which is cool.

but what isn't cool is how drivers treat you when you're on yr bike

they handle you with kid gloves

then get mad when you treat them like they're in cars.

for example

this morning I was waiting to cross Corydon Ave

when some dude in a truck was driving by and slowed down because he saw me waiting to cross the street

then got mad at me and honked because I didn't cross while he was illegally stopped in the middle of the intersection

he even flipped me the bird!

this happens -I kid you not- at least once a day

and I don't get it.

I'm riding a bike, more or less unprotected, so I try to avoid being too close to giant metal machines that could kill me in an instant

but they always slow down anyway, or stop completely

like they're doing me a favour (which they aren't)

and frankly it ruins my otherwise lovely bike ride to have some asshat in a giant truck giving me the finger because I'm trying to obey the rules of the road and he figures he's better than everyone else so he can stop wherever he wants

which explains why he's driving a truck, I guess.