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I ask myself all the time why I continue to ride in this city. Everyone is so angry and only worried about themselves. It’s all about me before you. Why do we continue to ride when there is so much hatred/anger/obviluousness to human life as cyclists and pedestrians? 

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i didn't really want to pull out a full-on accusation of "racist," but yeah.  Elitist, classist, and xenophobic work pretty well though. i was trying to give the benefit of the doubt, but the poster is running out of doubt benefits. Whatever one's take, the dog whistles were pretty loudly blown

I do most of my riding on the south side. I generally get treated better by drivers in Englewood or Roseland (where I am a minority) than I do in areas of entitled drivers like Old Town and Lincoln Park. 

When I lived in Wisconsin, you had the polite people and the jerks (bottle throwing, swerving, no room on rural roads, getting yelled at). 

When I lived in Highland Park, same (no bottle throwing, just assholes) - the kind people and the jerks - and that's when I also encountered the jerk groups of cyclists on weekend mornings. 

Moving to Chicago - same thing. Kind drivers who follow the rules, and jerk drivers who don't care about others. 

Which group of immigrants are you referring to? Stereotypical Mexicans? When we moved to this country, my dad bought a new and shiny 1988 Ford Taurus with all the bells and whistles. We moved to Libertyville and ate Mexican food at home. The car didn't become our identity - we hated it because we actually needed a minivan. Three growing teeangers don't quite fit in the back of a Taurus. 

Three years later, my dad traded in the Taurus for a Mercury Villager - much better and practical. 

We didn't drive everywhere. My parents would walk downtown for dinner. My siblings and me had bicycles - we felt more freedom riding the bikes on the DesPlaines River Trail.

Sure were' Mexican - we've been stereotyped all our lives. We have identities. We felt lower class.

We came from a 3rd world country. It is a matter of acting with courtesy and respect for others. It is how my grandparents taught my parents, and they passed it down. 

Those other immigrants you refer to - they don't have a common sense gland, and they probably drive uninsured.

Well said. 

The only quibble i have is your last sentence regarding "other" immigrants- there's far too much negative stereotyping of immigrants. Maybe you should've added /s ?

And yes, jerk drivers are anywhere and everywhere.

Since we’re putting labels on people, I could have meant, “the other people.”

Doesn’t matter if immigrants or not. People are people, and if they drive with the rules, fine. It they’re bullies behind the wheel, I wish perpetual diarreah on them. 

Fair enough. Cheers!

Thanks for sharing your experiences. I’m sorry that’s what you’ve seen growing up in the Chicago area.

As the daughter of an immigrant, I think it’s tricky to make negative generalized statements about immigrants. I grew up hearing some pretty awful stuff about what is half of my culture. And then I’d go on a family trip to Pakistan and experience so much love and have great conversations with my family.

Statistically, crime is lower with immigrant populations in our country. I grew up in a strict home so this doesn’t surprise me.

As the son & grandson of immigrants, the current xenophobia gets under my skin. People are just people. There are good and bad people in any population. Labeling isn't helpful no matter how easy it is to do.

Trust me there are angry people in the country to as I live across the border in Wisconsin and have been coming south to ride gravel the past four years.

I have also been hitting the wonderful network of trails in the Chicago area and I can just say as an opinion that it can be simply excellent cycling.

Why does one ride? An absolute must question as I ride because I love to ride.

Just an opinion

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