Stuff I am ashamed to admit that I think when driving a car
Posted Mar 04 2012 7:16pm
Someday, the recession will end for the rest of us, I will no longer live in a bone crushingly expensive town and my salary will return to it previously acceptable level. Until then, I might not be able to afford the perfect bike trailer for hauling my 30 lbs Schnauzer-Petit Bassett mix to and from Petsmart for grooming. As that was the primary mission of our morning, I had to drive the car today in order to accomplish that very task. Upon returning to the house with the freshly shorn Ashby, I pulled on to my street and immediately found myself behind two "recreational cyclists" of the sunny weekend variety. Neither style nor speed, I'm afraid. Just meandering about the street in a lazy S-pattern, confident in their safety as their heads were both securely encased in the latest protective headgear. They both glanced behind me but made no move to one definitive side of the road so that I could politely and safely pass them. Heavy sigh. . . . I felt irritation growing within me. For the love of god, will you both please decide which side of road you want to be on!? Is this what it is like to be a driver? Surely, I am never responsible for such thoughts in full-time drivers? I am certain that I always pedal in a responsible, considerate manner. . . . I hope.
Just trying to relax and exercise patience with other cyclists.
Suddenly, the pair make a u-turn in the middle of road and head out of the neighborhood. Not even a simple hand single warning me of their next move! "Losers!", I scream in my mind. "Learn to ride a bike or stay off the road, nimrods!", I silently yell. Yeah, I'll bet they stop in the middle of single track trails to adjust their Ipods during foot races, too. Where is this hostility and impatience coming from I wonder as I pull into the garage? Does the automobile bring it out or are my feelings the natural result of being behind two clueless people who rarely take their bikes out of the garage? Perhaps, I'm just being unreasonable in my haste to get home with Ashby and be out of the car?
Much later, I am out on the multi-use path, taking Ashby and Daisy on a much needed walk. Hurridly, I pull in Ashby's fully extended retractable leash as a cyclists heads in our direction on the path. Hurry, Ashby, hurry! Whoo! Just in time. The cyclist passes unhindered but she doesn't smile at us. I wonder if she thinks I'm just another dog walking idiot. From elitist snob to thoughtless rube in less than one day.