letters
to an unknown audience
Camberville, Mass. is truly a haven for cyclists, an idyll indeed—as evidenced by the enthusiasm with which the locals debate the role of cyclists in their midst. To wit:
YOU'RE NOT A DAMN CAR!
GET OUT OF THE ROAD! YOU'RE RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DAMN ROAD!
YOU GET HIT, YOU GET HIT.
YOU'RE NOT A MOTORCYCLE
GET OUT OF THE DAMN ROAD!
I thought they were going to pop an eyeball.
Comments
Fascinating. Just today I nearly used my otherwise useless Kryptonite lock to bash out the window of some car that was SO MORTALLY OFFENDED that I might share a lane with them, that leaning on the horn seemed the only recourse.
I'm a real person.
—posted by jim at September 28, 2009 9:58 PM
Me too! Also a real person.
—posted by the author at September 28, 2009 11:02 PM
As a lifer, I hate everyone equally: cyclists, pedestrians, other motorists. You'll eventually assimilate.
—posted by erica at September 29, 2009 8:11 AM
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