Get used to it. No rules are instituted for bicyclists. The more barbaric, the more normal. I used to "piss" in the wind when my urine was toxic after eating pineapple. Then, that was boring, so I started to "pee" out my car window.

Crossed a street in downtown the other day. It was deserted. I didn't have the walk signal, I wasn't paying attention, only to how there were no cars driving. Then I saw a bicyclist cruising at me, slowing down. I said "sorry, I'm breaking the rules." He said "you're good."

Just threw that in because I know there are so many bad asses who want to wrangle jaywalkers.

Its called jaywalking because you look like a birdbrain as you meander through the intersection. It takes balls to do it properly.

Say what you want about the fairweather cyclists who only ride for 4 months a year, at least they never blast my knee with snot rockets. I think the foul-weather Lance wannabes and AlleyCat posers are far more annoying than your average Lena Dunham-ish twee emo bookworm zigzagging her Electra cruiser @ 5mph.

Farmer Blow might be crude, but you can't argue that it ain't sustainable. Beats hankies and kleenex any day.

I'm strangely impressed that anyone could gt that kind of booger velocity purely with lung power. I sure couldn't.

How quaint that I happened to read this rant. Twas I who was using the phone to plug one nostril as I snot rocketed on you Mr. loogie-knee. I briefly thought of apologizing at the time but instead had to force myself not to laugh. So, here's to you, knee of green goo. *insert emoticon of me snot rocketing here*

I call bullshit on Jolly. Even if I'm wrong, then he just admitted to being a total cocksmoker.

Look "Rick" it's clear you are a Dick, just by another name. So, grab a mirror and go smoke yourself.

my iPhone case has a built-in nostril plug on the corner that makes an airtight seal-- and pretty impressively launched boogers. I can stand on the curb come Rose Festival and hit the floats

Good one Jolly. Not many people pick up on the whole Richard/Rick/Dick thing. Your verbal creativity knows no bounds.

Maybe you're Cat 6 racing and following too closely, you know, sucking the wheel of the cyclist in front of you, like you're in an imaginary peloton or something. Do that to me and I'll be sure to send a snot rocket your way also. BACK OFF!