I bet you thought you were pretty cool swooping down that hill and cutting just inches in front of me. It's cool. I saw you coming. But, you know, with my leather saddle and fenders (and a helmet), I'm sure I looked like such a "square" that to someone cool like you, I simply had to be passed. I mean, sure, it goes against all bike etiquette I've ever heard, but whatever.
What kind of pissed me off was when you immediately veered back to the left (as soon as you got the turn under control) and cut in front of me a second time, still without saying so much as "sorry about that". You know, with your long flowing rock n roll hair, I'm sure it's hard to see all around, but in fact there are other people on the road with you. Maybe it was just a long guitar solo or something. Couldn't see if you had an iPod somewhere under there.
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| picture this, but without a helmet... |
But in the end, it's not about me feeling a little miffed. What you've got to be thankful for- riding that obliviously- is that I was on a bike and not in a large truck that's not so easy to stop. Forgive the lame soft-rock reference, but then we'd be talking about Dire Straits...
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