i’m riding as close to the edge of the road as i comfortably can, as a courtesy to you, allowing you as much room as possible to pass me. i drive cars too, and i understand that you probably want to go faster than 18mph, even here, on this quiet little street. so when you nearly clipped me, leaving nary a foot between us as you passed, i must admit i was annoyed. with good visibility and no oncoming traffic, you couldn’t move over just a little bit, as a courtesy, just in case? you weren’t concerned that the the gusting winds might cause me to veer without warning?
i tried to give you the benefit of the doubt. maybe it’s been a while since you’ve ridden a bicycle. maybe you’ve never tried to share the road with cars while riding. maybe you didn’t realize how rude you were being.
but then, mere seconds after you passed so inconsiderately and secured your position in front me, you did something even more annoying. you stopped. and turned on your right blinker. you didn’t actually turn— what, did you think i was going to pass you on the right? while your right turn signal was on? when you’d just demonstrated your near total disregard for my safety? i’m not about to try to second guess what you’re about to do. i have no choice. i have to stop too, behind you, huffing your exhaust.
you couldn’t wait 3 seconds, behind me, and then make the turn. you had to get in front of me first.
so fucking turn already.
do it.
i’m waiting.
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