CYCLING IN GLASGOW RANT
Can I rant (again) about cycling in Glasgow?
Most days I manage to get to and from work with little incident. Some days you get the odd cat call from men and some days you get the assholes in Mercedes/ BMWs/ White vans who barrel past you - mere inches away - at 50 kilometres an hour. Other days, it's a relaxing and
refreshing ride; I love cycling (most days).
That said, yesterday I wiped out on my bike (a first). Before all the rain melted it away, yesterday was unbelievably icy - not to mention wet due to said rain - so it was pretty lethal out there. I was on my usual route to work and cutting through a back lane when the ice got the better of me. I ended up falling at a sharp 90degree angle onto my left side. Thankfully, a lot of the blow was cushioned by my butt (lots of cushioning to spare in that department). However, I was slightly stunned by it all - one minute I was upright and the next, on the cold wet ice on my ass.
Tonight, however, I almost went mental. I'm starting to understand how some cyclists hit the road with dirt/ gravel/ eggs at hand, ready to toss at inconsiderate and/or dangerous drivers.
WHAT AN ASSHOLE!
I love this tiny stretch of my commute - an actual dedicated bike lane, separated by a curb, that allows cyclists to cut through a one-way street.
And yet, what is the point when you have total dicks like the above, actually MOUNTING the fucking curb to park his douchebag car? Unbelievable!
When I saw this master of douche-ry, I actually screamed/ growled. I stopped, got off my bike and was going to write a note, "Hey asshole, you've actually parked in a bike lane" but sadly, I didn't have a pen or paper to hand. So, I took some pictures instead and posted their shitty car on the interwebs.