Only found this today in my internet wanderings, but if you would like to post a reply to these morons(read the comments section for why I didn't just laugh this off), go here: http://thriftcriminal.org/?p=65Judging from this guys recent blog posts, he actually cycles!? I'm confused, a cyclist laughing at dooring?
By Thriftcriminal | February 20, 2008
Pete’s brakes screeched as he pulled up beside me, dismounted and dexterously unclipped his lock.
“Hey, how’s the form?”
“Give me a minute to calm down”
Pete locked the bike to the railings and removed his helmet.
“I fucking hate middle aged Foxrock women in big expensive cars”
“What happened this time?”
“Stupid cow did what they all do, overtook me and turned left almost immediately. It’s always some middle aged wench in a big fucking Merc or Beemer that their hubby bought them to make them feel their existence is in some way worth while”
“Chip on shoulder much?”
“Look, I cycle right?”
“So do I”
“No, no. What you do can only be described as ‘Faire des promenade aux bicyclette’, you refuse to take the right approach to dealing with the urban cycling environment. You are a wuss bag.”
“You mean I refuse to run red lights, hop onto curbs to avoid standing traffic and annoy motorists as much as possible?”
“Precisely. I behave in as arrogant a manner as possible on the road and expect all other road users to defer to my whim. This is my right as a cyclist, more vulnerable road user, and ecological high horse rider”
“And the broken collar bone last year”
“Ah. So, the irrational problem with your target demographic is that they try to kill you?”
“No. They try to out arrogant me. Totally unacceptable. Roll on crossbar mounted side-winder missiles”
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