As a avid cyclist of over 30 years, I know how to ride my bike. I follow the rules of the road and respect the pedestrians and traffic around me. Here are some excerpts from my ride yesterday:
Thank you to the driver of the white pickup truck on Waverly Road yesterday. Your side mirror literally touched my shoulder and helmet while both of my wheels were ON the white line. Thank you the the driver of the dump truck who passed me going through Fletcher’s Lake. When you passed me, your giant empty flatbed trailer swerved to the right, going off the road and taking me with it into the ditch—fun times.
And a final thank you to the driver of the garbage truck out past Elmsdale: When you passed me doing 80km/hr with about 2 inches of space, at least the wind suction gave me a respite from the headwind I had been riding into for over a hour. The adrenaline burst of my life flashing before my eyes helped, also.
—Huggin’ the line
This article appears in May 9-15, 2019.
Honestly? Cyclists are brave motherfuckers. You’d have to be in this town of distracted, stupid drivers who have no idea what a signal light is.
And thank you to the cyclist on Saturday that cut me off as I was making a left hand turn while you were riding on the sidewalk on the wrong side of the road and crossed through the intersection when you had the red hand.