The route by which I have been driving to work recently tends to have a fair amount of bicycle commuter traffic in the last fifteen miles. It also has more than a few middle-aged Lance wannnabes who just love to ride double file and don't like yielding to overtaking traffic.
I find this pretty frustrating; while my urge after a while is to lean on the horn, I have discovered that if I simply follow right up close, the outside moron will eventually have enough of a V-6 muttering just behind his rear wheel and pull over.
Where do these jackasses come from and why are they still alive?
I find this pretty frustrating; while my urge after a while is to lean on the horn, I have discovered that if I simply follow right up close, the outside moron will eventually have enough of a V-6 muttering just behind his rear wheel and pull over.
Where do these jackasses come from and why are they still alive?