Oh, fuck all you self-righteous jerks. As I was walking across the street today, I nearly got mowed down by a scrawny Castro-capped guycho'd guy on a fixie, who was wearing earphones AND carrying a (disposable) cup of coffee. You know, sometimes cell calls are important. Maybe it was her dad, or her husband, or friend, or potential boss, or kid, or whatever. Or maybe it wasn't important. What fucking business is it of yours?
If you can tell me that the driver was doing something that immediately endangered the cyclist or other living creatures, and the cyclist was being safe, was helmeted, reflective, signaling, etcetera, THEN you have a case. As I bike to work every day, 90% of the bikers run lights; 95 of the bikers on 4th Ave weave between lanes and in front of buses without looking or signaling, and damn nar 50% of them aren't wearing helmets. They're too cool, too bullet-proof, and too self-absorbed.
And yet, YET, I don't yell shit at them. If it's not your business, leave it alone.
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