I was at a local mass transit station, and had to walk from one side of the complex (local buses) to the other (regional rail), passing under the tracks, in order to purchase a weekly pass for my son (long story there, <span style="font-style: italic">ugh</span>). So I cross the maneuvering area behind the bus side and stop at the edge of the roadway to tie my shoelace, foot up on the high curb, bent over and intent upon task.
Unbeknownst to me, the sidewalk that goes along the trackway to the stairs that lead underneath and then come back up onto the other side are also integral to a bikepath that is part of a regional network much used by locals, some of whom are excessively aggressive in their approach to use of their bikes and to anyone who isn't on a pair (or more) of foot-propelled wheels.
I'm hunched over, and all of a sudden I'm experiencing this weirdly instant screaming Doppler effect, and as I jerk my gaze upward I find myself about four inches, tops, in front of flying ankles and black-and-neon-babyshit green spandex-covered self-righteousness. Flying by, right to left towards the city and disappearing rapidly, looking very much like Ace and Gary on a date, they seem perturbed that I might have intended to share the sidewalk with them, much less use its edge for personal maintenance. What really pissed me off is that the sidewalk was wide enough for them to have maintained some distance, although it might have slowed them down, and thus their emotional display.
Really, though it might sound uncharitable, I begin to understand those tempted to drive around with nails and spare broomhandles.
Unbeknownst to me, the sidewalk that goes along the trackway to the stairs that lead underneath and then come back up onto the other side are also integral to a bikepath that is part of a regional network much used by locals, some of whom are excessively aggressive in their approach to use of their bikes and to anyone who isn't on a pair (or more) of foot-propelled wheels.
I'm hunched over, and all of a sudden I'm experiencing this weirdly instant screaming Doppler effect, and as I jerk my gaze upward I find myself about four inches, tops, in front of flying ankles and black-and-neon-babyshit green spandex-covered self-righteousness. Flying by, right to left towards the city and disappearing rapidly, looking very much like Ace and Gary on a date, they seem perturbed that I might have intended to share the sidewalk with them, much less use its edge for personal maintenance. What really pissed me off is that the sidewalk was wide enough for them to have maintained some distance, although it might have slowed them down, and thus their emotional display.
Really, though it might sound uncharitable, I begin to understand those tempted to drive around with nails and spare broomhandles.