Dear BMX rider—I'm sorry they're doing construction and we have to share the same lane while construction is taking place. I'm sorry there is an abundance of loose gravel all over the road. I'm sorry that as you slowly ride downhill that gravel is being thrown at your entire body by every passing car. I'm sorry I've seen this happening to you every day for the past two weeks. I'm sorry that you don't take a different route, because violently pitched gravel to the head with no helmet on FUCKING SUCKS. I'm sorry that flinging your arms back and forth to protect your body from flinging gravel isn't working. I'm sorry that your flinging arms made you bite ass this morning. I'm sorry that as you got up you yelled, "Fuck all of you, stop and just let me go first!" I'm sorry the flagger pulled you aside. BUT, I am proud of you for pushing flagger dude aside, grabbing the Toyota truck bed in front of me, and scaling down the rest of the hill using the truck bed as a shield. Because that was awesome. See you in the morning, I'm sure.—Anonymous
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