Kalah Allen

You pull over and you block the bike lane, just so you can save your riders 50 feet of walking and earn that top service rating. You force me and other cyclists to go around you on Burnside, on Killingsworth, on Hawthorne—out into traffic, slowing us down and raising our risk of getting hurt or killed by a car. It’s bad enough that you drive around town racking up unnecessary miles, racing for fares, taking up parking spaces, and enabling social laziness. You are making a living, so act like a professional and be aware of others. If I happen to knock on your window, slap your fender, or hit your mirror as I go by, it’s just a reminder that you’re being an asshole. The rest of the world is using these streets, too, and paying for them, and we don’t want to get killed to enable your serfdom to your Silicon Valley overlords, your service to lazy drunks, or your sick love affair with your SUV. Yes, what you’re doing is legal—see ORS 811.560 (2)—but so is giving you the finger.—Anonymous