I thought this occurrence was odd for two reasons: 1) Nine out 10 days I'm usually the only cyclist on this particular stretch of road. 2) When this chap squeezed by me between speeding traffic there was nary a "good morning" or even a lowly "on your left."
Nope. All I got was a whoosh of air and the momentary discomfort of someone else's handlebars being little too close for comfort- a nifty disturbance in The Force that I haven't felt since the days of being a Cat. V.
Then, about a split second later, I realized I didn't deserve any kind of salutation because the lowly plebe writing this was being passed by an honest to goodness PRO cyclist. Had to be a PRO. No doubt because really, who would buy a Health Net kit?
Instantly, I realized that I shouldn't be feeling offended but flattered that a PRO had even choose to allow me to ride on the same street as him. All it would have taken was one quick radio message and his support vehicle would have ran me off the road right quick.
Then I caught up to him and noticed an unsightly growth of leg hair that's denser than what's left of the Amazon rain forest. Seriously, it'd take a couple rounds of my uncle's backyard napalm to smooth out the situation.
And the best part is I had enough time to dig out my phone and snap a picture of this clearance rack PRO before the light turned green. If he would have had the basic etiquette required to even acknowledge the presence of another cyclist with three feet of him, he wouldn't have had his picture taken.
Instead, he's just another douchebag on a bike.
Nope. All I got was a whoosh of air and the momentary discomfort of someone else's handlebars being little too close for comfort- a nifty disturbance in The Force that I haven't felt since the days of being a Cat. V.
Then, about a split second later, I realized I didn't deserve any kind of salutation because the lowly plebe writing this was being passed by an honest to goodness PRO cyclist. Had to be a PRO. No doubt because really, who would buy a Health Net kit?
Instantly, I realized that I shouldn't be feeling offended but flattered that a PRO had even choose to allow me to ride on the same street as him. All it would have taken was one quick radio message and his support vehicle would have ran me off the road right quick.
Then I caught up to him and noticed an unsightly growth of leg hair that's denser than what's left of the Amazon rain forest. Seriously, it'd take a couple rounds of my uncle's backyard napalm to smooth out the situation.
And the best part is I had enough time to dig out my phone and snap a picture of this clearance rack PRO before the light turned green. If he would have had the basic etiquette required to even acknowledge the presence of another cyclist with three feet of him, he wouldn't have had his picture taken.
Instead, he's just another douchebag on a bike.
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