Evening. You - sitting in your BMW outside East High, blocking equal parts of the right hand lane and the bike lane, whilst chatting on your cell phone. Me - pissed off cyclist trying get around you without being hit. Our eyes met in your rearview mirror. You seemed befuddled while trying to process the fact I was screaming at you to move your car while a passing vehicle was blaring their horn at you. If you are reading this, please leave a comment - I'd love to get together with you and push your car off a cliff.
Yes, commute 14 of the year was a good one. The morning's combination of fatigue, low tire pressure, and cold conspired to make me miss every traffic light. Coming home was great - I had some mad flow going on, but it all fell apart starting up the steep part of 800 South, where my front derailer, heretofore frozen in place on the big ring, decided to downshift, at which point my chain lodged in between the rings and I went over the bars in slow motion. Yes, I endo'd going up hill at less than 10mph.
After said encounter with the motorist, I noticed my battery had completely drained, leaving me without a helmet for the rest of the ride.
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