To the hipster riding the fixed gear red bike who turned onto Bloomfield off Isleville, you're lucky to be alive. You were wearing earphones while riding a bike in the city, are you a fucking moron? I barely missed you as you blew the stop sign, bobbing your head looking behind you. You didn't even hear the screeching of the rubber on the road as I narrowly avoided turning you into road pizza. Then you give me a dirty look because you realized I was so close to you. Yup, there's a reason I'm that close to you, you fuckin idiot. Ride the bike or listen to your hipster tunes. You can only do one at a time. Now don't go all "Ohh, another four-wheeled bitch against the two-wheelers" on me. I'm a cyclist myself, but I follow the rules. —HaliMike