I Am A Cyclist, And I Am Here To Fuck You Up
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Fine. You’re doing your thing and saving energy in the process. Just don’t forget that you are subject to the same laws the rest of us are; and I mean both the Legal and the Physics laws involved in moving bodies and momentum.

One thing Cyclists in my area seem to forget is that they don’t have a steel or aluminum roll cage around them as they tk-tk-tk-tk down the street with their ear-buds in and something heavy on their player…you can get away with that in a car, but on a bike (pedal or motor) you can’t. Lose spatial awareness for too long and you’re a fender smear or a hood ornament or an undercarriage inspector to a two ton collection of metal and plastic that you tk-tk-tk’d in front of blythely assuming that they’d give way or even notice you’re there. Hint: they won’t. So yeah, pedal and enjoy, but remember that you are 1: Invisible, and 2: Naked to the kinky fantasies of Issac Newton. Keep that in mind and we can all get along. Forget it, assume just once, and you’re potential Morgue Meat. It’s just that simple. Ride to Live!

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