Peddle Faster

And now, a moment of vented frustration . . .

Cyclists. I just don't get them.

On my way home from work, I drove on a stretch of Victory Parkway that went down to one lane. Of course, I get behind a guy riding a bike, cruising at a brisk 4 miles per hour. He noticed that I was behind him and made no attempt to speed up. For some reason he refused to put his hands on the handlebar, keeping them behind his back. To this I exclaim, "what the heck?!?!"

It might just be me, but all the cyclists I've ever encountered think that the world revolves around them. It's as if they think the roads belong to them alone. And they want it both ways. They want to be recognized as if they were a motor vehicle, but they're unable to go as fast. If I was driving behind a car going 4 MPH, I might lose my religion and run the car off the road. And I think I'd be justified in doing so. What makes a bike any different? So take your yellow, wannabe Lance Armstong jersey and go offroading in the woods somewhere. When you can peddle your bike to go 45 MPH, come talk to me.

Oh, and about the spandex that cyclists feel obligated to wear: do us all a favor and give it up. No one wants to see that.