CyclOne

Cruising down 14th, I got sucked. In that dead man zone beside parked cars where bikers get ‘doored’ when the bike lane funnels down to what I call the city soda straw, I was ‘pulled’ by a Speeding Unit Violator (SUV). It was some kind of weird, invisible wind vortex created, I suppose, by the speed of the SUV, the tall buildings, and the encroaching parked cars. I could distinctly feel it tug at my speed. It was like when your buddy grabs your shirt rollerblading to propel himself forward against your speed; although, I don’t suspect the SUV gained anything but ground on me. At least I hope not since he narrowly averted disaster at the next intersection.