Natural Born Eejits

Is it just me are some motorists born to irritate cyclists?

There I am, the only place to pull out is onto a one way the wrong way, safely due to traffic construction on the opposite side of a parking lot.

Even the cars have to pull out this way or risk a crash.

A woman I know, who hasn’t seen a bike since she was ten, and drives her car less than two miles to work–starts yabbling about how I’m a “motorized vehicle”.  Uh, hello? E-assist is “a motorized vehicle”–you mean like that gaz guzzling, air polluting ton of steel that you are screaming out the window of? THAT kind of “motorized vehicle”?

Do you know anything about cycling at all?

I think she’s just piffed because she got stuck behind me for a whole quarter of a block on her way home a few days ago.

Now yesterday, the same dimwit, standing where I am parking my trike, lectures me for 20 minutes about how much I must upset couriers since I take up half a lane.

Actually, couriers tend to smile and wave since they see I could haul cargo at my speedy rate of 12 mph. It’s not *me* polluting their air as they whiz along trying to make a living.

Besides, couriers realize that no driver that doesn’t want to knock their door right off the hinges is going to try the “gee whiz, I didn’t see you” when they deliberately whang open their door into the oncoming path of 100lbs of e-trike. Heck the trike wouldn’t even tip so the intimation factor is vanquished.

You know, in the past week most folks have been uber-cool as I trike along. Some motorists and cyclists kind of grin or point. A few motorists get piffed and honk.

So for those of you who *are* courteous and getting a kick out of it all–a big HONKA HONKA! to you