Howdy folks. The question I posed in the title concerns the ever growing number of cyclists on the road. I know they have a right to ride their bikes and I do like bikes, but around here they (local and state government) are going and already have added bike lanes to our already narrow and crowded streets. I realize that to some people a bicycle is their only means of transportation. What really fries my eggs are not the people who just peddle along with maybe some groceries in the back baskets, it's the people in full racing regalia. Patches and all. There all tarted up like they're in the Tour de France! Sometimes they ride in groups three abreast as if they are all alone on some winding country road. Well they're not! There on Mass. Ave in Cambridge not in Vermont. Get the hell out of my way. I have a license. I have to buy insurance. I pay an excise tax. You on the other hand buy an expensive bike and your precious spray on "look at me mom" bike racer outfit and you think you own the road. You pompous twits! Get over yourselves. You're not the center of the universe!
Now I wrote the above two days ago. I have little free time this week. I wany to clear something up. I guess I gave the impression that it was my birthday a few days ago. It's actually today. I'm not fishing for birthday wishes and I want to thank the people who did wish me a happy birthday. Anyway as I was writing the above at about 8:35 in the evening my doorbell rings.
"Who the hell is that?" I said to myself. As I approached the door I could see two flashing lights. One red. One clear. I could see them through the window at the top of my door. They appeared to be on top of some sort of helmet. Police? A government android agent coming to arrest me for some crime against the state? I slowly opened the door to have a dark figure in a skin tight outfit framed against a distant street light revealed to me. The face was completely covered save for the eyes. He was wearing a helmet with a blinking clear light near the front of the helmet and the red one further back. Was he collecting money for some "Underprivileged Pompous Twits Cyclist" charity?
"Who are you?"
A muffled voice replied with surprize, "It's Earle!"
Earle is my oldest friend.
"Well how the f**** am I supposed to know it's you! All I can see are your eyes!"
"Aren't you going to invite me in?"
I was agitated. I had only been home for 40 minutes. I was going play with the computer for about a half hour then retire to read a book and just go to sleep.
In the light he looked like a a lower tier super hero.
Just as I was sitting in front of my computer begining this very blog, ranting about these people who ride their bikes in traffic with their "I don't ride a bike I'm a cyclist" outfit, my best friend turns up at my door. I wasn't thrilled to see him, even when I found out who he was. My city lies between his city and where he works. I wondered where "Mr. Tech's" phone was? No pockets in the costume? Maybe it would ruin his aerodynamics. Anyway we sat for a bit then I annouced that despite the great pains it caused me to kick him out, I was kicking him out. He made a pit stop and I imagine that had to be an ordeal. He has to change into his riding outfit before he comes home. Sounds like a real pain to me. Get up in the morning and put that outfit on. Get to work and change into your street clothes. Then changing back to go home. I hate getting dressed more than one time a day.
So that's all I have for now. I've got some time now so I'll see what's going on out there. In a bit I will be having a birthday supper at a local restaurant with my family. The Car Show tomorrow night! I'm looking forward to that.
There's one good thing about the snow in the winter. The cyclists disappear.
I'm outta here.