My goals in cycling are to make it home and not get mad. On Juneteenth I failed to achieve the latter. Most important was I made it home. But I did get mad and curse somebody out.
I hate joggers. They are stupid and often run the wrong way in the bike lane. I really hate them.
I often ride mixed use trails. I’m a good bike rider so I can keep it moving without causing too much chaos. I do go slower and am extra vigilant. It doesn’t bother me to slow down — that is the expectation.
The other day I was on one of these paths in Liberty State Park. I was behind a tall male jogger. This clown ass does a pirouette and starts running at me. There’s very little road to my right because I was sticking to my right. Thankfully he broke left with his head down in humiliation.
I called him a stupid ass motherfucker. Which was an accurate.
Fortunately nobody got hurt and I didn’t stay mad long.
