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.