The path upon which I ride to work is somewhat ironically named a 'bike path'. It was constructed so that cyclists might avoid becoming road jam and random bone fragments beneath the wheels of Volvos while spinning their way to the CBD, which in the past was done along an extremely congested, narrow esplanade. The irony is generated by the rule that dictates pedestrian right of way on said 'bike path'.
In a world of love, harmony and premeditated acts of consideration, the 'bike path' would be a happy, carefree place of morning cheer, power-walkers looking like optimus prime on meth, manically smiling cyclists buzzing from their first five coffees of the day, and optimistically overweight joggers.
Instead, it is a hellish warzone of post-apocalyptic road warrior cross-dressing and buddhist cannibalism proportions. Pedestrians literally (or is that litter-ally) clog the path like low density lipo-proteins in bacon fueled arteries. Does this anger me? Yes, very much so. I have many times been forced to avoid an accident with a pedestrian, and I have yet to force one of them to avoid an accident with me. There's even a section with a dividing line and a picture of a bicycle on one side and a walking person on the other? Which side do you think they gravitate towards (rhetorical question)?
"Yay! Thank you pedestrian trio walking three abreast waving your arms in a randomly insane manner guaranteed to hit me in the face as I ride past....thanks to you three coming the other way too....I'll just stop shall I and wait for your big wanky-walk-talk festival parade to pass by; by the sacred shin-bone of Saint Cockpopsicle of bike-pump, I'll even clap too. Yay! Yes, that bicycle picture on the ground under your feet is actually just a city redecoration initiative...it's by a world renowned artist!"
Now before the accusations of empathic lack fly thick and fast like shit at the zoo, I too use the 'bike path' as a pedestrian, sometimes in company. I find it no great task to ensure that I don't fling cyclists into the brackish river water with my spastic gesticulations. I am able to circumvent the obviously great desire experienced universally to walk in the middle of the path, or form a mile wide 'hands across the bike path for peace' chain of sweaty palmed glee. Hence, my cyclist incomprehension when faced with pedestrians. I want to grab their blank bulbous faces and scream at them:
"You sure you don't want MORE FUCKING ROOM YOU HIDEOUS BLOATED SEVERED DOG KNOBS HANGING FROM THE SHIT BESMEARED FOREHEAD OF THE MORE CRETINOUS SIBLING OF THE AVATAR OF FREAKIN' IGNORANCE INCARNATE!!!"
....but I have yet to do so, due to my non-confrontational nature. Instead, I will be arraying my bike with all manner of pointed, sharpened, and poisonous weaponry, just like in Ben Hur. Upon being confronted with a pedestrian performing an act of Nobel Peace Prize level stupidity, I will proceed to collide with them repeatedly until they expire with much gurgling. I will then hang their leaking corpse from a light pole, after mounting a sign upon their chest prominently displaying the warning:
I DIED THAT OTHERS MAY LEARN; WALK CONSIDERATELY*
Naturally, I'll never use the 'bike path' again...people will be looking for me. Such is the life of a revolutionary martyr for world harmony, peace, and fairness.
* either that or 'eat used syringes and die you stupid pedestrian cocks'. Depends on my mood really. |