Starting to feel myself becoming a smug prick in regard to the urban cycling practices of others. Have in recent weeks called a couple of cyclists out on red light jumping, usually after they plow past me through the red light, at which point I'd let out a chirpy "red means stop mate!", no aggression in my tone but more of a "ooh you know you're not supposed to do that and I've caught you" smug bastard note. Deep down feels like it's borne of some pathetic sense of social authority? What I'm wondering is where I sit on the spectrum of cyclist militancy. For posterity I hand off cars that come into the cycle lane when passing right turn-ers with gusto and dish out dirty looks crowned with the disapproving head shake to anyone that passes too close(when I catch up to them at the lights) like it's going out of fashion.
I mean this time last year I was RLJing like I'd just graduated from the Mash SF school of cycling. Think I might be a prick?
Starting to feel myself becoming a smug prick in regard to the urban cycling practices of others. Have in recent weeks called a couple of cyclists out on red light jumping, usually after they plow past me through the red light, at which point I'd let out a chirpy "red means stop mate!", no aggression in my tone but more of a "ooh you know you're not supposed to do that and I've caught you" smug bastard note. Deep down feels like it's borne of some pathetic sense of social authority? What I'm wondering is where I sit on the spectrum of cyclist militancy. For posterity I hand off cars that come into the cycle lane when passing right turn-ers with gusto and dish out dirty looks crowned with the disapproving head shake to anyone that passes too close(when I catch up to them at the lights) like it's going out of fashion.
I mean this time last year I was RLJing like I'd just graduated from the Mash SF school of cycling. Think I might be a prick?
/identitycrisis