South of Sunnyside

I feel we should talk about what just happened. I almost grazed you, and yes, that was intentional. Sure, I could have moved another six inches to the right; likewise, you could have moved another six feet to your right. You might be bigger, but I’m not going to bow down to your bearded ego.

I’m not quite certain as to the laws of the road when it comes to riding a bike, but my personal preference is to avoid riding down major thoroughfares that don’t have designated cycle lanes, especially when an eight-ten foot sidewalk is available. On said sidewalk, I kindly oblige to protocol, staying to right.

As to why I didn’t turn around once you started yelling; you were behind me (literally). It was cowardly to wait for me to pass you, and I could foresee nothing positive from any sort of dialog. Besides, I was moving at a good speed, and it’s still over 100° outside.

If you were sleepwalking, I retract any sarcasm and offer my apologies. One cannot clearly decipher sidewalk “lanes” when sleepwalking.

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