...or at least the lives of braindead pedestrians.
Okay, hadn't been out riding in a few days, right, and get home
a) before 7 pm
b) it's less than 100 F, and
c) the humidity's fallen below 99.9 % , so I decide to take a generic putt about town this evening, from 7 - 8:30-ish.
In that time, not 1, not even 2, but three no-lookin' or hearing dumbass*s (pardon me, but it fits) decide to step out into the street in front of me. I honestly think I coulda been the Semi from Hell just as easily as a nice, quiet R65, and as long as these folks didn't hear me 1st, it wouldn't have mattered. Didn't even look before stepping out. I've often seen these folks referred to as "dead people", "the deceased", or the "dearly departed", and that's all fine if it's your thing, just don't try to decease me in your apparent rush to meet the Big Man (or woman, as the case may be) upstairs.
My favorite one was the jogger who, once he woke up and realized I was about this close to running his as* down, decided he's gonna run parallel to me, 2 inches across the yellow line, as I hit the brakes hard & go from 3rd to 1st like that! I guess he figure that in case he didn't die, he could cross the road more quickly that way? If I wasn't so busy trying to save his life (and my bike too, I'll be honest), I coulda slapped the silly #@%&*!! Or maybe he just needed a physics lesson, ie, me + bike + 40 mph = 625 lbs. & squished joggerboy.
So, while it's nice to know that I'm not disturbing my neighbor's slumber when I occasionally go for those sneakaway 5:00 a.m. rides, we ain't that quiet, are we? I mean, I can hear bikes of all shapes, sizes ,and ethnicities, and my hearing's not for sh*t, having been destroyed long ago by that damn rock 'n' roll music ( yes Dad, you were right).
What wrong with the rest of the general population?