To the lady in the red car…

Did you not even see me?  I mean, come on!  I’m riding the white line of the bike lane in my bright yellow jersey.  Was it so important that you save those thirty seconds that you didn’t care that I would have to brake hard to keep from getting squashed?  If I had been another fifteen feet down the road when you decided to zoom across St. Louis Street, I would have been a goner.

You know what aggravates me the most?  You never did see me.  I could tell by the way your hands were death gripping that steering wheel and your jaw was clinched as you continued to floor it as you continued south on Fremont.  I yelled at you, and gave you my signature wave that asks “What the crap are doing?” but you never flinched or took your eyes from the road ahead. 


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2 Comments on “To the lady in the red car…”

  1. Raises the middle finger… lousy drivers!

  2. [...] 2)  The lady in the old car with the handicapped parking sticker who shot across the street in front of me.  This is the same basic thing that happened Wednesday evening on the way home. [...]

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