An open letter to the cyclist who cut me off today:
Dude. YOU HAVE A BIKE PATH. It's right there. Literally. Just look to your right. Bike path! I don't drive my car on your bike path. Why do you insist on riding your bike on my road? Trust me, the view ain't that different fifteen feet over. GO TO YOUR SIDE.
Also, DUDE. I am DRIVING A MOTOR VEHICLE. You cut me off. Thirty pounds of aluminum alloy and your ridiculous spandex outfit will not protect you from a Volkswagen. I imagine it would look kinda like hamburger squeezed through a cheese grater. GROSS. And y'know what? Your stupid spandex-covered innards would have to stay mooshed in my grille because I don't have the funding to buy a soda, let alone a trip to the car wash.
Stop being stupid.
Sincerely,
Me
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