Sidewalked
With spring being sprung with 65-degree temps, it was time for the first outdoor ride of the season. Activated.
About five miles into the ride, I got my first hostile driver of the season. "Get on the sidewalk," yelled some jackass from his pickup as he passed within a few bike widths. Wow — 1986 called: It wants its material back, I thought. Then I looked to my right and pointed to the sign I was passing at that exact second: "BIKE LANE." Deactivated.
About five miles into the ride, I got my first hostile driver of the season. "Get on the sidewalk," yelled some jackass from his pickup as he passed within a few bike widths. Wow — 1986 called: It wants its material back, I thought. Then I looked to my right and pointed to the sign I was passing at that exact second: "BIKE LANE." Deactivated.
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