I remember back in sixth grade, my class put on a school play about bicycling rules. One of those rules was to stay off the sidewalks, and ride in the street, with the traffic and not against, obey the lights and signs, signal for turns, and on and on. This was a play acted by eleven-year-olds aimed at an eleven-year-old audience.
Around the same time, I took my first bike ride down to Lake Michigan by myself, all the way down on Fullerton Avenue. If I think about it real hard, I can still smell the truck exhaust and feel the potholes jarring my wheels. Eleven years old, no helmet, busy asphalt street. Afterwards, I was so proud of myself.
So now, why is it that nearly everyday, I see grown-ass people zooming down the fucking sidewalks when the street is right there next to them? Are they all afraid of the traffic? Scared of the big bag SUV’s? Fuck you, you goddamn cowardly bastards!!! Ride in the street where you belong, or take the fucking bus like the rest of us!!!
That’s right, I take the fucking bus, and more than once while I’ve had my back turned looking for the bus to come, I’ve come close to being run over from behind by one of these chickenshit morons on their bikes. Supposed I had stepped just a little bit over just as you were passing, fraidy-pants? That would’ve been just too fucking bad for me, wouldn’t it? Of course, I’m just standing there on the sidewalk WHERE PEDESTRIANS BELONG!!! I’m not expecting to be run over because I’M ON THE FUCKING SIDEWALK!!!
Goddammit, I was an eleven years old girl, and I was riding in the street, no helmet, no nothing!!! And I was never scared in the least! All I can say is I guess I had more balls than any of you grown ass biking bastards, because I can’t imagine why you’re on the fucking sidewalk unless you’re scared of the riding in the street!!!:mad::mad::mad::mad::mad::mad: