To the idiots who got on my evil list yesterday:

Please don’t yell at me, cuss at me, or cat-call at me when you pass me on my bike. Biking on a busy pothole-filled road actually takes a decent amount of concentration, and when you yelled at me yesterday, I startled and narrowly avoided a pretty bad hole. And even though you think it’s fun to talk to me as I zip by you when you’re sitting on your porch, it’s really distracting. So don’t.

Also, people on bicycles have the same rights you do to be on that road. A bike is a vehicle, and technically it’s illegal to ride on sidewalks in most places. And because a bike is a vehicle, bicyclists are supposed to ride WITH traffic, not against traffic like pedestrians. I get as close to the edge of the road as possible, but I still have a right to be on that road, so deal with it.

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I emerged from the thicket and crossed the road onto the Brush Creek bike path and found my progress blocked by a group of three bikers standing over their mounts staring at me. I realized that they'd been watching me unexpectedly descend from the... In my haste to get on the trail, I hadn't taken the time to look like a respectable member of the mountain biking community. It's not well travelled yet, thus necessitating the soccer shin guards I brought along to protect the lower legs from sage brush strawberries. There are two that I rode this past weekend off what I will call the East Rim Trail. It's a new shoot off the North Rim Trail that somebody pioneered earlier this summer. I slipped on my cycling shoes, strapped on an old pair of my daughter's soccer shin guards and went for it. It turns out they are. I slapped my leg at the point of attack and felt multiple stings in my fingers. I shook it off and then saw another one attached to the other leg.

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