People sometimes remark to me that they're a bit taken aback by the violent reaction from the cycling community, or any one individual on a bike, when there is any sort of altercation between a bike and a car.
http://www.kansascity.com/news/breaking_news/story/894806.html
Really!?!?
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Damn thats jacked up...
Generally I feel like there's an unavoidable difference in mass and It's not like I've never ran into a parked car while riding by a girls soccer practice before. Most (definitely not nearly all) of the time when there is an incident involving an automobile and a cyclist; the cyclist probably did something equally or more stupid than the driver of the automobile. We are the pocketknife in this big gunfight, so we need to use our heads a bit more.
With that said, (RANT ALERT!) I would really like to get my mini-u lock back from the backseat of little penis' gigantic lifted dodge ram diesel truck that almost killed me while said Mr. little penis douchebag was trying to race a fucking sportbike, yes a sportbike on Main. First of all, Why? Drag racing at all on the busiest street in Southwest Montana? Top notch Jackass, NO ONE CARES - and If they did, they'd probably just give you gonorrhea anyways. Second: are you also on a sportbike? No? Ok- Are you in a fighter jet? No? Ok- NO WAY TO NOT LOOK AN IDIOT OR EVEN COME CLOSE TO WINNING. Especially with a truck that has more weight in just it's gigantic little penis tires alone than the entire motorcycle if it were filled with fucking lead. I'm glad I try to think like the pocketknife and I cut between parked cars and hopped on the sidewalk as soon as I heard the sound of black smoke vomiting out of huge little penis dual exhaust, or I would not be here to bitch about it. I am sorry to the pedestrians on the sidewalk, even though I could tell you knew we are all feeling similar when I then almost hit you. Sorry I could not stay to apologize, I had to catch up to the truck at the next light so I could Roger Clemens my ulock through his back window. But then again, I haven't gotten chased around like that for a while. It was like the old days, piss someone off just so they'd chase you, but in the old days, it was just the bike patrol at the University of Minnesota. Still haven't been caught, but I really should start sporting a helmet...
It's like vehicle mass is directly correlated with douchebaggery.
...usually the case, although there are those tuner guys.
Yeh, that's a special breed. I feel like there are members of that ilk who are legitimate enthusiasts and then the rest are DB. Kinda like hipsters and real cyclists.
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