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there seems to be an unbreakable tradition on my bike rides home from work on friday nights. completely without fail i will be the subject of heckling and or antics from the high-five-after-we-knock-over-the-garbage-can mentality drunkards of downtown toronto. whether it's trying to open the taxicab door on me as they drive by, or just plain American Pie grade comments, i can rest assured something will occur.
tonight a guy screamed out his window "get a fucking car, what the fuck is wrong with you???" now i get asked what the fuck is wrong with me on about a daily basis, but this guy seemed thoroughly furious that i had the nerve to ride a bike. i guess i could try to find an alternate side street route home, but it's almost fascinating to see what will happen each week.
tonight a guy screamed out his window "get a fucking car, what the fuck is wrong with you???" now i get asked what the fuck is wrong with me on about a daily basis, but this guy seemed thoroughly furious that i had the nerve to ride a bike. i guess i could try to find an alternate side street route home, but it's almost fascinating to see what will happen each week.