See that guy at right? The one in the venerable yellow jersey? Now there’s a biker who knows how to ride.
I wish I could say the same for the rest of us.
This is a time of year that I dread. The Tour de France begins this weekend, and over the next two weeks, wanna-be Tour competitors will be riding around Kansas City and the burbs in their fancy bike shorts and sleek helmets, ignoring the rules of the road that the rest of us have to follow.
They’ll ride two and three abreast down narrow streets, holding up the cars in back of them. They will run red lights. They will weave in and out between cars stopped at red lights. I’ve seen it all.
I nearly hit one biker last night on the way to work out at the Y. I was turning right on a red and a bicyclist came up on my right and rode straight through the red. He didn’t stop, didn’t even seem to notice that if he’d been two seconds slower he’d have ended up as a human stain. Freaked me out.
These are the bikers that give the rest a bad name. These are the bikers that unnecessarily incite road rage among motorists.
It’s bad enough that in Kansas City, not known for being biker-friendly, motorists seem to think they don’t have to share the road with anything smaller than a Mini Cooper. I think drivers here need an attitude adjustment when it comes to all kinds of road etiquette, but I can just as easily level the same indictment against the bicyclists.
So please think about it bikers, as you’re squeezing into your official Discovery Channel cycling gear.
Would the guy in the yellow jersey run the red?
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