france anyone?

fuck you, you macho pieces of shit, on your fucking motorcycles. fuck you, fuck you, fuck you. i abhor those goddamn super-fast machines so much, that i cannot even begin to describe. to me, they somehow epitomize the deep sickness of our post-modern world. our seething detachment from nature. in this case though, i suppose it isn't the motorcycles themselves that i loathe, as it is many of the people who ride them. the various routes that i cycle, are littered {especially on the weekends} with such people. i hate everything about them that i can see. i don't care that i am perhaps being simple minded and judgemental. i despise the bumble bee sound of their fucking motorcycles...i hate the fact that they ride out there in t-shirts and jeans, and i hate their shoes, which are most often high-tops or cheap ass 'construction worker boots.' the only worthwhile reason that i hate any of these things, is because they ride far too fast and it terrifies me. take today for example. two and a half hours into my ride, i hear yet another coming up from behind. over time, i have grown so frightened of their reckless driving, that i often feel tempted to stop my bike, and walk off into the brush until they pass...which frankly, is sad and absurd. of course, i would have to stop quite often due to the great propensity of these assholes, and that rather interrupts my ride which seems grossly wrong. so i continued riding today as the rocket came up the straight stretch of road behind me. i was riding quite slowly, as this hill is a long {sometimes seemingly neverending} climb, having earned the name 'papa bear.' just when the sound became annoyingly loud, he was there and then he was gone. i glanced up while screaming fuck you {just to the universe i suppose} and he was out of my sight almost instantly. this hill is a long hill as i said. the two problems {that i could immediately assess} with this prick were the following:

1. though i cannot be certain, i estimate that he was going somewhere between 120-140 miles an hour. i have never seen anyone pass me at a speed quite like that. it was rather intense to say the least.

2. he was in the bike lane.

yes, the bike lane. which is of course where i was as well. my estimate there, is that he must have been less than a foot from my left shoulder. i felt the wind and struggled a bit not to fall over. and then after regaining my composure, continued my climb while thinking of how terribly fragile the line is between this world and the next...sometimes a bit too fragile for my taste. it is absolutely fine with me, if he wishes to ride his motorcycle that fast {in his jeans and t-shirt, and yes i saw it as he passed me}, and place his mortality in risk. it is not okay when he potentially places my mortality in risk. in that situation, had he somehow seen me flipping him off, turned around and come back, there is no way that i could have kept myself from attacking him. i guess i am not a pacifist 100% of the time. frankly, part of me greatly wishes that he had, for maybe he would have told his motorcycle friends that some 'pussy' on a bicycle with those 'tight shorts,' beat the shit out of him, thus gaining us cyclists some respect in his world. perhaps they think it is funny to pass us that close. no no no no no no no no no. it is not funny.

and the antics continued.

a while later, back in the hills past briones park, some other asshole {with his shirt off} was doing wheelies at 70 miles an hour while his girlfriend sat on the roadside watching him, getting wet as his metal cock rose and rose. fucking idiot. and two hours later, as i rode up through the last of the hills, another went by. this time, at least smart enough to be wearing leathers, he too passed me far too fast and too close while winding up through the curves. just in front of us was a bmw that was appearently going too slow, for he tried to pass him as well. which he did, but it just so happened that anotother car was coming down the hill {imagine that!!} and boom. chaos. he dropped to the ground after hitting the front of the car and spun out to his right, as the motorcycle carried on to the left from the momentum of the car. leathers chewed and torn, he was quickly up to his feet. in attempt to avoid the motorcycle man, the poor woman veered off the road and crashed into the side of the hill. her windshield was smashed and her face was bleeding. the man in the bmw {which had crashed into a tree in his effort to avoid injuring anyone} stopped and ran down the hill to see if all were ok. thankfully, i had been passed seconds before, and was thusly removed from the accident entirely. oddly enough, the motorcycle man who was mumbling something about his "fucking front wheel" was up and walking, seemingly fine. the bmw man called the police and an ambulance, and the woman said she was okay, just cut. i asked if they wanted me to stay and help and they said no. i was tired and there were plenty of witnesses, so i rode on. shaking my head. shake shake shake. feeling bad for having had any ill thoughts about that man, but hoping that he'll be more cautious in the future. and tomorrow, i will go buy brighter clothing for my bike, with money i do not have. perhaps that will help to thicken the terribly thin line that the boys on their fast machines erase a bit by their very existence. perhaps i will go to bike shops and attempt to begin a petition that the police give speeding tickets heavily there for a while. something. perhaps i should just move to france, where i wouldn't have to worry about an idiotic president and completely un-democratic "democracy" either. fucking america.

Posted by jeff at June 15, 2003 07:46 PM

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