You are so big...
and i am so small.
You are so fast, and even with my "cute little legs churning away" (my father's expression) I only go 20 mph. Tops!
What looks like a wide open shoulder to you, may be full of gravel and shattered glass to me.
A pothole that may give you a little bump would pop my tire.
When I have been churning away for 60-70 miles and the adrenaline has run out - when the lactic acid builds and my mind has turned to jelly - just a sudden yell or swoosh could topple me into the shoulder or worse!
Or the time a driver coming towards me threw a super-sized cup of cola straight at my handlebars....
Don't hurt me, cars.
I'm not hurting you.
3 comments:
pretty sure that car wasn't planning on running you over =P its dad in his tiny highlander lol
I can't believe people threw things at you! I'm mad!
Know the feeling, hate cars that persist at speeding past, acouple of feed away. Giving their rear view mirror a tap or sitting in front of such cars at lights probably doesn't help the situation. I've never been big on talking though!
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