I Am A Cyclist, And I Am Here To Fuck You Up
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Now I understand. I used to be BabyInStroller Mom and was catcalled, and zoomed past in crosswalks, and even forced to walk in the street because cars and trees and garbage cans were blocking the sidewalk. I understand now that I was feared as a possible suspect who was Not In a Car.

Then I became a recreational (with and without my young son on the back) and commuter Cyclist and was cut off, turned in front of numerous times, and almost hit when a brave motorist came WAY over to the dirt side of the road to try and hit, or at least maim, me. But I survived and I now understand that it was because I was feared.

I will carry The Word out there to others. Forgive us for not understanding.

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