I Am A Cyclist, And I Am Here To Fuck You Up
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Having left the Boston area after 20+ years of living there, I can relate. As a cyclist, I have always followed the traffic rules only to be spat on, yelled at, given the finger and having whole McDonald’s meals thrown at me because I was “riding a child’s toy instead of driving, like a commie!” This is in one of the supposed more cycling-friendly areas filled with crunchy liberals. Imagine my surprise moving to Salt Lake City, where drivers actually give you room, are polite, wave and smile at you.

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