I was recently attacked, perhaps you saw it, on my own facebook page by a friend claiming I was 'one of those bike commuters'. And by those, I think I mean always wrong. Everyone else is always right, but bikers are typically always in the wrong.
So yesterday, I was almost broadsided by a hummer who failed to completely stop at the four way stop that I had just stopped at and wrongly continued through. Last night a car at a stop light turned right into me without choosing to use a turn signal. I wrongly assumed it was going straight. Then I almost got hit by a silent ambulance screaming through an intersection. I wrongly assumed green means go. And then today I was run off the road by a black vehicle of which I was unable to obtain the plate number on because did I mention I WAS BEING RUN OFF THE ROAD. I wrongly assumed we were sharing it.
Then, I wound up in England. Say what? I don't think I need to point out these cars were on the wrong side of the road. But I stand corrected. They were forced to use this side of the roadway thanks to one of 'those bike riders' blocking the other side.
It's true, there on the other side was a guy on a bike sitting in the middle of the road. Just sitting there. Blocking traffic. The nerve of him. And so who can blame these poor drivers trying to rush into their neighborhood and into the safety of their plushly furnished homes?? Of course they had to drive on the other side. How would they get home?
The guy. Still sitting there. I counted five cars as I rode past on the sidewalk. Five cars drove on the wrong side of the road into their neighborhood to evade the inconsiderate, arrogant biker taking up an entire lane of their street.
No one seemed to notice or mind that he wasn't moving. Oh, I guess they probably noticed he wasn't moving his bicycle, but he himself wasn't moving. Not his feet, not his hands, not his head, not even his eyes as far as I could tell.
The bike, it was an adult tricycle. No one I know rides one of these because they want to; they have to. This signals to me that maybe the man has some type of physical or mental ailment or handicap. And there he sat on a tricycle, in the middle of the street, not moving, ALONE. And no one bothered to question this, they just drove around instead.
Really? A handicapped man on an adult tricycle....and no one recognized him? In a neighborhood. Tell me do you think he was out training for a century and just got tired? I don't suspect he could have been far from home. And yet no one stopped. And I'm inconsiderate!
Someone finally did. Someone blocked traffic for him and eventually got out of his car to investigate. I suppose everyone else was too busy, or in a rush to get home to watch The Talk on CBS. I can only hope someone was dialing 911 at the very least.
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