Due to commitments, and that thing called “Life,” I was off
the bike for pretty much the whole month of August. Too busy to get on-board, I did throw quite a
few looks of affection her way as I was coming in, and going out, the
door. Well, I finally decided I was
MAKING time to go out for a ride and reacquaint myself with my bike, my legs,
and some of the local roads. And in
regards to the latter, well, let me tell you, after today’s training ride, it
seems I did not miss a thing.
It is time us to face the facts: We now live in a lawless
society, with people pretty much making up the rules as they go, and, of
course, the rules apply to themselves, only.
Motorists, cyclists, and even pedestrians, plus everyone in between,
peeps are pretty much wholly dismissive of one another today. The real problems arise when we get a whole
society of these creatures together, and one can just watch the machine of
humanity slowly grinding to a halt.
While my training ride was pretty much “Business as Usual”
as far as purposely rude humans goes, there were some real standouts which warrant
special mentions from the ride. They
were kinda’ like Kenny Blankenship’s Most Painful Eliminations of The Day, without the
brutal impacts, water traps, or being caught on actual video.
The first shout-out goes to Casa
Colina Rehabilitation
Center, in Pomona, California. From an organization in business of healing
bodies, their employee’s and guests seem determined to put many-a-cyclist in
there as patients due to how they ingress and egress from the property. It is one place to really watch yourself,
lest one becomes a guest, Pronto!
Next up, “Johnny Skinhead.”
From the bad haircut, to the dirty, ripped clothing , to the complete
beater-car, this guy already had stereotype written all over him, and that was
before he blew the light a full four-seconds after it turned red for him.
My next victim of ridicule, “Jose Oldsmobile.” This creep not only blew through a stop sign,
but he almost plowed into me, two cars at the intersection, plus a man simply
just opening the door to his own truck. “Jose”
was traveling so fast, and had such a dangerous disregard for others, that both
the truck driver and I tried to track him down and get his license plate to
report him. Alas, “Senior Oldsmobile”
was gone in less than 60-seconds.
Then, there was “Toni Hawkeye.” This knucklehead felt it was his job to be
hauling ass in the bike lane – Opposite traffic, while astride a skateboard. And, this moron was not going to move for
anyone, including little ‘ol me and my bicycle.
And finally, I present “Chrissie Curbhugger.” She felt it was her job, after picking up her
cretin kid from school, to drive in the bike lane for about 150-yards before
making a right turn, rather than merge into traffic with everyone else, as she
was legally required to do. While she
was waiting at the red light (I know, shocked me, too) I politely told he that
it is illegal to drive in the bike lane for reasons of convenience. Yes, she actually had the nerve to get angry
regarding the situation: At me.
“Ah, the Flowers of Humanity, I used to think.” Now, all I think I have been experiencing
have been the weeds.
Stay vigilant, my friends.
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