Three mean tail gaters on today's ride.
All in a hurry to:
1. Get to their parking space, 500 feet ahead to sit in the car
2. Get up a 200 foot hill with a stop sign right past the crest
3. Queue up to a stop sign at 30mph, 300 feet down the road.
One beeped at me. She got to her house 10 seconds later, and when I
passed her, after turning around, about 30 seconds after that, she was
sitting in the car, window down. What's the hurry?
Second one got within 2 feet of my back tire. Maybe he was reading the
brand name of my saddle. Narrow road, nowhere to move to the 'curb'. I
signalled him to pass when I got to the crest. He zooms to the stop
sign, squeals the brakes, stops then zooms off - there's a speed bump
not 200 feet down the road, followed by another 50 feet past that,
then a stop sign. Why?
Last one squeals the tires, distracted by his cell phone, nearly
running me over - not on a stretch of road, but within 3-5 car lengths
from a stop sign.
This is an area with dead end streets, little hills, narrow roads and
15mph signs and speed bumps. I live there, along with them.
Short track NASCAR wannabes? I'm mystified.