posted on Jul, 30 2012 @ 08:29 AM
Hello All. This rant is long in coming. I live in central N.C. out in the country. Away from the hustle and bustle of the city. Quiet, serene,
beautiful. Winding country roads with blind curves and siteless hills. One particular road is N.C 150. It's a two lane road that runs the length of
the state east to west. Used to be THE ROAD until the super highways were built. One dubious honer this road has is more people are killed in car
accidents on this road than any other road in the state.
So now & again I'll drive this road for awhile just for the scenery. The old farms & old buildings, the extremley small towns along it's route.
That is until you top a blind hill doing the posted speed of 55mph & there's 25 to 30 bike-tards in the damn road going 15mph, all from the city,
ever tried to get around them? They get all pissy when you honk or finger slaute their exercise efforts. Why do you all use the roadway? It's the
most dangerous road in N.C. for cars and you all make it much worse ( every damn weekend), with your bikes & the sheer amount of how many of you it
is. There's a park in town with a damn bike path that goes all the way around it. Go there. No cars. No drivers. No one to run you over because your
on a damn state road that's narrow and it kills.
No cars alllowed in the park. None of you live out here in the country. So stay in the city, it' safer for you & safer for ME. To the little group I
encountered yesterday. One day one of you will get hit by a car or truck. You pay no insurance for the bike. You can't do the posted speed. So why do
you ride out here and up the danger of this road? I'm being nice here, you should have been with me yesterday. I was behind these bike-tards for
about 30 minutes as they just slowly pedaled their asre's off. Then when I get my chance to pass, low & behold they swerve right into my path, as I
ran off the other side of the road and into the ditch, back onto the road and got stopped. I was not happy, several vile words erupted from within me.
All the while I'm being screamed at by these bike-tards. Their finger saluting me and shouting. When I'm the one that allmost wrecked my truck
because of them. Go figure.
I went on about my ride. About two miles up the road at a town called Brown Summitt I was stopped by a train. As I sit and wait for the train to pass,
just who rides up behind me? Yea, the bike-tards. It was'nt over yet. They all start going around me & the cars in front of me as so they can be
first when the train passed. Oh hell no! They all get right up in front of the very first car, Here's where I have laughed my asre off since. That
first car was a un-marked sheriff;s car. AS the train passed, he hit his blue-light and siren and pulled the bike-tards off the road and keep them
there until each & every car had passed that crossing.HA HA.
So I emplore you bike-tards, find another road, bike at the park. Because one of these days that weekend ride will end in a tragic accident. When a
car ot truck tops a hill or rounds a curve at the posted speed and there' 30 bike-tards in the road and he can't stop ar navigate the situation and
wipes you all out, or they swerve and hit another car or tree, when there a loss of life you bike-tards will probally still not get the warning and
the BIG PICTURE. Your weekend ride is a danger to not just you but me and evryone else who use the roadway.
So ride in the parks, or the area schools ( track fields). No cars, no trucks, no danger of getting hit. Or causing me or others to crash their
vehicles..If you all keep using this dangerous road, it will at some point end in a tragic accident. And to the one who called me an a--hole. Dude,
your the one wearing skin tight spandex and shave your legs. Lance Armstrong you aint. End of rant.