This 20 or 30 something idiot in a skin tight jersey and form fitting biking shorts on a racing bike that cost more than my car seems to think that the trail is a race course with moving obstacles (one of which is me) provided to test his reflexes and abilities. Even I know that one should say “passing” or “on your left” to a slower person on the path just in case they were thinking of suddenly swerving in front of you or stopping or some other silly thing. And especially so that you don’t scare the bejeezus out of them when you zoom by. This is not hard to do even if you are panting and out of breath and can hardly push the pedal one more time so you would think that it would be easy for one of the biking gods. But you would be wrong. So give me a freaking break you Lance Armstrong wanna-be and let me know when you’re passing.
Monday, August 9, 2010
Let the Ranting Begin
Our local bike path is the Olentangy Trail.It’s a scenic route winding its way along the river safely away from the traffic. The car traffic that is, there is plenty of traffic on the path, cyclists, skaters, walkers, walkers with dogs, runners with strollers, bikers with babies and any combination thereof. So there I am zipping along the path, the river is running, the sun is shining,the birds are singing and just as I am about to give a little wave to some ladies walking toward me on the other side of the path a pedal pushing Adonis flashes between us at the speed of sound. So here’s where the rant comes in.
This 20 or 30 something idiot in a skin tight jersey and form fitting biking shorts on a racing bike that cost more than my car seems to think that the trail is a race course with moving obstacles (one of which is me) provided to test his reflexes and abilities. Even I know that one should say “passing” or “on your left” to a slower person on the path just in case they were thinking of suddenly swerving in front of you or stopping or some other silly thing. And especially so that you don’t scare the bejeezus out of them when you zoom by. This is not hard to do even if you are panting and out of breath and can hardly push the pedal one more time so you would think that it would be easy for one of the biking gods. But you would be wrong. So give me a freaking break you Lance Armstrong wanna-be and let me know when you’re passing.
This 20 or 30 something idiot in a skin tight jersey and form fitting biking shorts on a racing bike that cost more than my car seems to think that the trail is a race course with moving obstacles (one of which is me) provided to test his reflexes and abilities. Even I know that one should say “passing” or “on your left” to a slower person on the path just in case they were thinking of suddenly swerving in front of you or stopping or some other silly thing. And especially so that you don’t scare the bejeezus out of them when you zoom by. This is not hard to do even if you are panting and out of breath and can hardly push the pedal one more time so you would think that it would be easy for one of the biking gods. But you would be wrong. So give me a freaking break you Lance Armstrong wanna-be and let me know when you’re passing.
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Dang woman! Let out!! I have always said you cannot trust bikers in sausage pants that actually look good. Bring a small moose horn next time and blow it at him- ha! Let's see who has the heart attack then!!
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