So it’s a gorgeous late March day in Minneapolis, and I decided to take a little stroll to the bank and enjoy the warm and sunny weather (relatively speaking, mind you). On my way back home, I waited patiently for the walk signal to cross Central Avenue, and as it finally signals the go ahead, I begin walking in the crosswalk, and along comes Mr. Fancypants bike rider. He’s dressed to the nines in his disturbingly skin tight gear and has all the fancy equipment to go with his 4 figures costing bike. You know the type. Anyhow, he just keeps on riding along on Central, well after the light turns red, and he’s looking straight ahead as if I’m not there, and I’m actually concerned he might hit me at one point. As he swerves to dodge me, I kind of throw up my arms to express my disbelief in his riding practices.
He takes note of this and shouts, “What?”
I reply, “So we’re just running red lights, now, huh?”
He then stops at the nearby light and turns back to continue the dispute, “Oh no! Better bring me in! Bring me in for running a red light!” with a heaping dose of annoyance and sarcasm in his voice. I continued on my way laughing to myself at just how far from reality this guy is.
We live in a world of narcissists. I’m as guilty as anyone. Actually I’m probably worse than most people. Allow this blog to be exhibit A, plus I have a twitter account, Facebook, etc. But these type of cyclists are my public enemy #1. You want to ride a bike, that’s cool. I don’t care if your reasoning is the environment, exercise, or you just have a fetish for spandex, it’s all good to me. But don’t go around demanding equal rights as cars if you aren’t going to hold yourself to the same rules as cars. I’ll treat you equally when you stop riding around like you’re the only one on the road.
The encounter I had wasn’t a big deal, but it speaks to the attitudes you encounter with these people. He was prepared for a confrontation. I bet he gets off on those arguments, so he rides around like an asshole hoping someone will call him out for it. I guess I played into his hand.
The only thing worse than the jerk biker who rides around running red lights and stop signs and going the wrong way on one ways are when these morons decide to form packs and flood the streets for something they call “Critical Mass”. Could these people be bigger dickheads? They get some sort of sick satisfaction screwing up the roads for everyone else just because they can. Thankfully one hero down in Brazil had enough and taught some of them a lesson. Hopefully it put the fear of God into the rest of the cyclists of the world to cut this nonsense out.
The thing bikers need to remember is that us car drivers have a lot more mass on our side. This post is actually just a public service announcement pleading with these clowns to follow the rules of the road for their own safety. Nobody wants to see them die. Well, mostly I just don’t want to deal with the hassle of explaining to the police that I accidentally struck the cyclist when he pulled out in front of me because he didn’t know how to obey the traffic laws, and I don’t want any inconvenience to myself or worse yet, to end up in jail. But then again, I’m just a narcissist.