Should I just give up now; acquiesce; join the flow?
I'm not going to beat about the bush here. I'm quite a competent cyclist, and try to remain reflective in my attitude. This belief has been supported by others - my riding has been peer reviewed, so to speak.
But what's the fucking point? Can I not be part of the masses in behaviour and mindset for just once in my fucking life? Who really gives a shit if I ride like a dick. I mean, does anyone really gives a shit if I don't? I'm a lover not a fighter (like I think I told Paul), so why risk getting embroiled in fighting a losing battle?
As mentioned to an esteemed forumenger via PM, nobody really seemed prepared for, or capable of adapting to the sudden increased density of cyclists - density in both senses of the word. Righteous riding is hidden away, lost within the wobbling impatient hordes of the cycling dead.
Here I find myself in supplication at the cusp of zombiedom. Bite me and set me free.
Should I just give up now; acquiesce; join the flow?
I'm not going to beat about the bush here. I'm quite a competent cyclist, and try to remain reflective in my attitude. This belief has been supported by others - my riding has been peer reviewed, so to speak.
But what's the fucking point? Can I not be part of the masses in behaviour and mindset for just once in my fucking life? Who really gives a shit if I ride like a dick. I mean, does anyone really gives a shit if I don't? I'm a lover not a fighter (like I think I told Paul), so why risk getting embroiled in fighting a losing battle?
As mentioned to an esteemed forumenger via PM, nobody really seemed prepared for, or capable of adapting to the sudden increased density of cyclists - density in both senses of the word. Righteous riding is hidden away, lost within the wobbling impatient hordes of the cycling dead.
Here I find myself in supplication at the cusp of zombiedom. Bite me and set me free.