Since I mostly work at home and therefore don't commute by bike or any other method, I recently started going on 10-or-so mile bike rides. There's a bike path along a riverbed or creek bed near us and one can ride continuously for many miles. It's great not to have to battle traffic, and the fish butt-stench isn't too overpowering.
I rode east along the path the other day and instead of riding back along the same route, I took a city streets-route back home. Since I've been riding on city streets for most of my adult life, I'm careful to avoid situations where I might get hit. I also "mostly" obey traffic rules and regulations and keep my actions predictable for motorists. That said, some folks just have to be dicks. Here's an example.
Traffic was very light in the area I was in and I needed to turn left at an intersection that's sometimes busy but not now. What was happening now was that traffic was light enough to have really large gaps between groups of cars. I did an "empty streets" thing and cut across the street before my left turn, hop up on the vacant sidewalk and ride on the sidewalk. My plan was to cut across the oncoming lanes and merge across to the far right.
Ahead of me in the oncoming lanes I could see a few cars at least a half mile away, so I knew I had time. Glancing over my right shoulder, a half-dozen or so cars were about to pass me, so I waited until most of them were past me and started my move across the oncoming lanes. Nothin' to it.
The last car that passed me had his window down and addressed me in this whiny-asssed voice:
He really hung on the "thaaaaat."
I couldn't help but go into Terminator mode to respond to him:
Tonight - Club Deluxe.
Don't forget there's a $5 cover and that gets you Little Minsky's Vaudeville - Burlesque Review! A paltry sum for good fun!
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
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