Moronic Things Bike Riders Do

riding to work in the rain this morning in swimming shorts and a vest was pretty moronic. also FUN!

so my huge group ride rolls up the canyon while i hang back with a newby friend who i invited to join us. the group is supposed to proceed to a small town, really a collection of ramshackle hippy shacks/shops in the canyon where chicks sell free-range wheatgrass on the sidewalk. there, we are to refill water and then head back to town.

well, my friend and i get there about 15 mins after everyone else. the others, 15 riders or so, are collected on the side of the road, are beginning to head back down the canyon. but there is an altercation with a guy in a 30 y/o rusty truck. This two days after a cyclist was run over and killed on this road about 5 miles away, so there's def tension. another friend of mine is next to the driver, saying something like "buddy, just keep rollin up the road, just get out of here, we weren't doing anything wrong at all." truck guy is all "you goddamn riders are in the road, i can't get by, if you want trouble you'll get it, etc." trucker then pulls forward 20 feet, thereby placing me between him and the group (i had been trying to get out of the way). he gets out and starts snapping pictures. despite having no fucking clue what had happened/was happening, i will be the "face" of this shit in the pics. i'm now the closest to the truck, maybe 15 feet away, between him and the whole scrum of riders, who are maybe another 15 yards away now. and i'm in kit from the restaurant that sponsors the ride. now a couple guys 30 yards away from us are cussing/flipping off truck guy emphatically while he takes pictures. then of course, some fucktard starts mooning truck guy from the middle of the street while he takes pictures. i'm incredulous.

the group leaves, my newby friend stays with me. i need to use the bathroom in the restaurant, so i am now hanging out with angry truck guy as he berates the patrons and staff of the joint about the cyclists. i literally have to brush by him him to accomplish my mission, while he rants. i just say "pardon me" and shrug as i go through. good times y'all.

Today I saw THE hottest girl riding a fixie, no helmet with headphones and a grocery bag in one hand. Super trafficy street. She tried to track stand at the light and fell over. I lolled.