Missed connection
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To the guy who had a meltdown because he had to *gasp* STOP for a few seconds because I had a walk signal and he wanted to make a right turn (at Prince William Pkwy and Old Bridge Rd in Woodbridge): I’m sorry I wasted a few precious seconds of your obviously stressful life to do something completely legal, but I really couldn’t understand more than the word “bike” in whatever amalgamation of words and expletives that came from your pick-up truck as I crossed to the other side of the street. I believe the word “cager” describes you very well.
To the rest of the chain of cars turning right who formed a train (driving with almost no space between them): I understand that you saw a green light and instinctively pushed your accelerator pedals to the floor, but there’s also a walk signal, so maybe you should look for people trying to use the crosswalk. By the time I was able to assert myself to cross (I could’ve waited at that corner for hours without a gap in traffic, it seemed), the timer had already counted halfway down.
To the Prince William Pkwy’s side path, Manassas’ side streets, and Fairfax County Pkwy’s side path: You were all beautiful, mostly maintained, and pleasant to bike on.
To the black cat(s) who have crossed my path on both Friday and Saturday (no worries, they weren’t close calls at all): You’re adorable and I want to pet you, but knock it off with trying to give me your bad luck
To the guy who passed the group going downhill and made me brake going uphill so as to not contribute to a nasty accident: you looked more than old enough to know better.
To the woman in the group who yelled about his pass: I would have backed you up with more pointed suggestions, but I was out of air.
To the b___ who felt it necessary to pull up to the end of the line of cars waiting at the light while I was crossing, blocking the crosswalk entirely with her ugly hunk of tin: FU2
To the turtle: I think you picked the wrong day to try to cross the W&OD.
To the girls sitting under the railing under the Leesburg Bypass with your legs dangling down the concrete: I hope nobody ended up dead.
To the needledick who started yelling at the kid obviously still learning to control her 20 inch bike, because she crossed the center line: !. Hopefully you can learn an way to achieve your educational goals without making little girls cry.
To the girl: I hope you keep biking.
To the girl’s mom: I really don’t have much I can say.
To mother nature: thank you for providing an absolutely terrific day which made me (mostly) forget the missed connections and just have a really nice time. Let’s just stay with this for a while.
To my dark chocolate cinnamon pecan Kind bar: you were a yummy and wonderful snack, but better consideration of the weather forecast would have had me plan a snack which didn’t melt and need to be licked out of the wrapper. Don’t worry, I’m sure I still looked casually deliberate.
You (all of you):
Me:
Are you surprised this happened, or did you anticipate it and decide it was somehow still worth it?
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