Presidential motorcades are cool, right? But what are vice presidential motorcades?
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Someone might have honked at me on lower Massachusetts, so I did what I always do when someone honks at me, which is nothing.
I rode past a red SUV with the license plate FEAR ME. It's rare that bad drivers advertise, so thanks.
Engaging in wrong-way riding in a bike lane is a jerk thing to do. Especially when there's a bike lane on the street one block over that goes in the direction you're heading. Come on, man. I declined to make eye contact. I have beautiful eyes, so this is a terrible punishment (I'm joking. My eyes are only ok. But I still didn't acknowledge him. Cold shoulder and whatnot. He knew he was doing wrong.).
I need to figure out a better way to get from 11th to Pennsylvania. Any suggestions? I find myself in the right lane on 11th and can't merge into the left-er two turn lanes to get to Penn, so sometimes I cut across the crosswalk and other times I sort of make my way into the middle of Penn, let the left-turning cars go, and then cross when the light is red.
While there's always a little bit of tension between "racing" bike commuting, rarely have I ever seen a bike commuter display such anger and bile as what I encountered tonight. I was riding along on the right hand side of the Pennsylvania Avenue bike lane and the woman in front of me was riding slightly to the left of the center line or maybe right on the center line. In any case, we were both just bopping along, when from behind us, another woman, she of the green jacket, said in a tone I could best describe as needlessly mad, "Ride on the right so those of us going faster can pass on the left!" Angry. First of all, why be so angry? An "excuse me" would probably have worked. And secondly. why the verbose explanation? Yes, that's what it would say in a bicycling handbook, but you don't need a whole sentence to get the point across. So the woman in front of me moved over and then green jacket beat us both to the red light, where we stopped. In the mean time, I ran over something plastic and I worried that what I had run over fell out of my pocket, so at the light I asked yet another female cyclist (THERE IS NO WAY THAT FEMALE BICYCLE COMMUTERS IN WASHINGTON DC ARE A MINORITY, but I digress) what that might have been and she suggested a reflector and I checked my pockets and everything I thought were in there were still in there, so I didn't worry. In the mean time, the light turned green and the race was off again and it was intense and silly. By the Capitol, the passed-woman rode on the wrong-side of the parking lot before Grant Circle and I passed the green jacketed cyclist and declined to say anything (because really, why be petty) and then it was up the hill and down East Capitol and home. At Lincoln Park, I think green jacket was again behind me, but I didn't really look back. I'm just going to give everyone in this situation the benefit of the doubt (in case they're reading! [yeah right]), but it's just a reminder that no matter the mode of transportation, sometimes people get annoyed at other people and have expectations that those around them comport themselves in a particular way and aren't afraid of saying as much.