Pet peeves are killin' it (of course). Does everyone feel a little better getting it off their chest with a little fellow cyclist venting?
Photo by Christopher
Ok, here there are some things I LOVE about cyclists -
I like seeing parents cargo-ing their kids. Would that all parents did the same!
The amount of people that ask if I need help when I'm having a malfunction is always heart warming.
Cyclists that are patient and watch out for others are great to ride with.
And, by using lights at night you demonstrate an obviously superior intellect and make me want to be your friend.
I love that my fellow cyclists are not polluting the city and endangering lives by getting behind the wheel. XD
Having someone to talk to about cycling!
Having someone to go cycling with you!
Two things come to mind:
- Had a really nasty wipeout on the LFT in February. Patch of ice on the curve by Michigan Ave. A nearby jogger came over and made sure I was okay. My bike was screwed up; couldn't straighten out the axel and ergo couldn't really walk it or anything. A passing cyclist was kind enough to stop and help me get things straightened out, and then helped me figure out why I couldn't get the brake cable engaged again.
LOVE the license plate. "We are out of BORT license plates in the gift shop...repeat, we need more BORT license plates!"
Always thought if I got a vanity plate on a car that would be it, but I'm sure it's taken.
this one is entirely superficial, but I like seeing people in dresses and suits and fancy clothes on bikes. makes biking seem practical and glamorous, and nothing accessorizes a sweet outfit like a bike. even divvies can look cool when someone all snazzy is riding one, and with stepthroughs and chain guards and adjustable seat heights, anything is possible!
By and large we care about each other and are aware that other cyclists are vulnerable. When I was doored a couple years ago I recall I had been riding in front of a guy with a milk crate on his rear rack. I remember that Milk Crate got off his bike and kept an eye on me as I spoke with the young lady who had opened her door. He waited until he sized up that I was ok, was getting back on my bike and signaled to him that I would be able to get home on my bike. He and I were and are strangers but we were riding companions for a couple miles and fellow travelers when I hit the pavement.