Dear Cyclists,
There is a beautiful paved bike path around Miramar Lake in San Diego which I have been riding around for about 5 years. One day, while my parents were visiting me, I thought it would be good if I take my parents for a walk around the lake mainly to inspire them (and my family) to cycle. There were six adults, two children, and one baby. About half-way into this 5-mile loop, we suddenly stopped in the middle of the road because the baby just started crying. While we were standing clustered in the middle of the road, two professional cyclists approached us and said loudly, “Look at these mother f**kers”. One passed us from the left and the other from the right. After they just passed, both looking over their shoulders at us, repeated the word, “Mother f**kers!” We were all shocked! I was really embarrassed to present myself to my parents and family as a cyclist and try to inspire them to be the same!
What was really interesting is that all other joggers and walkers seemed very nice, while these two professional cyclists (the only ones looping around the late) cussed us. What is going on with the psyche of some cyclists?
Sparkwave
There is a beautiful paved bike path around Miramar Lake in San Diego which I have been riding around for about 5 years. One day, while my parents were visiting me, I thought it would be good if I take my parents for a walk around the lake mainly to inspire them (and my family) to cycle. There were six adults, two children, and one baby. About half-way into this 5-mile loop, we suddenly stopped in the middle of the road because the baby just started crying. While we were standing clustered in the middle of the road, two professional cyclists approached us and said loudly, “Look at these mother f**kers”. One passed us from the left and the other from the right. After they just passed, both looking over their shoulders at us, repeated the word, “Mother f**kers!” We were all shocked! I was really embarrassed to present myself to my parents and family as a cyclist and try to inspire them to be the same!
What was really interesting is that all other joggers and walkers seemed very nice, while these two professional cyclists (the only ones looping around the late) cussed us. What is going on with the psyche of some cyclists?
Sparkwave