Ok so. After I get shoved on the train this morning and am trying to be the best God fearing person I can and don't hit her over the head with my cans of tuna I am carrying to work, I walk outside and see a bicyclist racing up 6th Avenue, almost as fast as the yellow cabs are going. He's got on his cute, colorful bicyclist outfit...like these: Cyclists (I got that pic online--these weren't the guys) and he's yelling at the cars to move outta his way. Seriously. He's so loud that us walkers are looking at him to see what's all the commotion.
He even smacked the window of one car with his hand as they rode in the same direction. The cab driver laughed. I'll bet he was saying to himself, "I can easily run over you with my car, but I don't want the drama today... Maybe another time we meet again."
Lesson: Yell at cars and make them move outta your way! Nah. Share the road. Cars are a tad bit bigger than bicycles so maybe you get outta their way? Just a thought...
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