Yeah, that’s right. I pulled up beside you on my bicycle and called you an idgit for biking through that red light. Look, lights only last a minute or so, so relax and wait. That minute is a minute that all of the cars drivers that watched you got to stew yet again about ‘all of those uppitty world-saver cyclists’ who don’t play by the rules. Hope you weren’t too late for class. —Cranky
This article appears in Apr 7-13, 2011.
I love red lights, they let me catch my breath again! I don’t understand why other cyclists don’t stop for them. I can put my feet down, stretch out my shoulders (my courier bag hurts my back- getting panniers on pay day), and adjust my helmet if needed 🙂 It’s a great time to get stuff done!
Good on yer Cranky.
cranky old dog, you best watch yourself, else you’ll get a cap in yo ass. you know how somee of these self important assholes can get, when taken to the task, of being human? you might find one guy, that had a real bitch of an arguement, with his other half, and then look out.
not saying it’s gonna happen, but it could, or the friendly neighborhood crackhead, out for a drive to make a score, and pissed caused the dealer won’t give them credit, might blow your ass off.
either way, not a good way to have a day go, by being dead.
Good point, I wouldn’t waste my time saying anything to the mr.meth or miss cracky, but I think it does good to mention it to the more responsible looking members of our society, who are probably willing to heed the semi-advice of a comment or such their way.
Last I want is to be another random act victim….
Must have been coming back from Peggy’s Cove.
Kick their spokes out. It’s not hard to do.