Made some enemies...
who threw the dog turd?
I had an eventful week. I volunteered to help escort forty kids on the train for a field trip to a museum in Amsterdam.
Not every passenger on the train was on board with this plan.
I can see why sharing a train carriage with forty excited six and seven year olds is not what you were hoping for when you got out of bed in the morning, but I still took the seat. I had five kids under my supervision and no desire to chase them down on a moving train.
Some days later, I wanted to pass a woman on my bike, so I rang my bell. Then I rang it again because she didn’t seem to hear me. Then I rang it again (twice) because I just liked the cheerful sound of my bell. She didn’t.
Then I had another confrontation in traffic.
I checked at home (obviously) and I was right: going straight gives you right of way over cars who take a right turn. Ha! I hope she reads this.
Lastly, I found a dog turd on my window.
I felt surprised, appalled and quite frankly: impressed. It was the third floor window! Someone had really good aim, a strong arm and managed to hit my window while keeping the turd intact.
It leaves me wondering: was it the woman in the supermarket, the suitcase woman on the train, the bike bell hater, or the traffic rules dummy? Or did I make even more enemies this week? I guess I’ll never know.
With love,
As a cyclist, I empathize with you. Especially when it comes to dopey drivers who are clueless about the rules of the road. They make it ten times more dangerous to ride a bike. But I commend your patience, unlike you I tend to get ...um... "vocal" at drivers in the hopes that maybe they'll not drive like an idiot next time.
Rock on and Ride safe.
I had an awfull smelling bathroom a few weeks ago. After inspection I found a dog turd sealed in a bag that someone threw through my open bathroom window.