I’ve been patient, I’ve been tolerant, but I’ve reached my limit. This goes out to all the motorists who have been trying to kill me on a nearly daily basis.
I ride my bike at least 5 days a week. I wait until after the morning rush is over to head out, and I follow all the traffic laws ~ I signal turns, come to complete stops at intersections, I even pull as far to the right as I can when I know there is a car behind me. I have even gone off-road to avoid lane hogs.
My Trek is a street legal vehicle. If there was a bike path, I’d be on it. I’m not riding on any main highways, and I spend most of my circuit pedaling through area neighborhoods and stay off high traffic roads.
There’s a geek mirror on my handle bars so I can see you come up behind me. It is not funny to see how close you can get to my back tire before passing me, or to see if you can take me out with your side mirror. Not the least bit amusing.
The speed limit is 30 mph. Granted, I’m not moving nearly that fast. On a downhill stretch, I could maybe get up to speed. It is not okay to drive 60 mph to make up for my lack of momentum. Your bow wave is literally picking me off the road.
Don’t pass me to only stop in front of me to turn left, I won’t fit up your tailpipe. Don’t pass me then immediately turn right across my path causing me to brake hard enough to throw me off the bike. My regulation helmet probably won’t protect me against breaking every bone in my body slamming into the side of your car at full speed. I’m on a 15-pound alloy bike, you’re in a 2,000 pound steel SUV, there is no doubt who will win in a pileup between us.
Your encounter with me will last for mere moments. Are you really in so much of a hurry that you’re willing to risk my life over a 5-second delay in your drive to wherever you have got to be RIGHT NOW?
I’m feeling a little stabby… as in I will cut your tires the first chance I get.