Sunday, October 22, 2017

Commuting stories: "Yes, I am entitled" edition

#1: I was riding home on Friday and was a bit in a hurry but not riding fast, being in traffic and all.  I was on the Somerville Avenue bike lane, passing by Ibbetson Street, heading west.  I saw a couple of cars waiting to turn left, towards the car wash.  I was in the bike lane and had the right of way but you never know when someone might use the bike lane to pass stopped traffic.  I proceeded with caution and no one got in my lane.  At least no one in front of me.  As I passed by stopped traffic I sensed something behind me.  Cautious looking back, I saw a woman driving her SUV on my rear wheel.  She was moving slowly but she was right on my wheel.  I guess she felt entitled to take the bike lane to pass some cars on the right and save a few second and risk injury to me in the process.  She stayed right behind me as I headed into Wilson Square.  I felt like she was too close to move out of the way so I just stopped at the stop sign and got on Elm Street heading toward Davis Square.  The SUV followed me and passed me, a pretty too quickly for my tastes.  But, hey, she owned an SUV and was entitled to do what she wanted to do.  I wish I had a rear facing video camera to show Somerville Police.

#2:


On the other side of  Davis, I saw another great human specimen.  I was waiting on the bike light at the bike path Mass Ave crossing at Cedar Street, next to an older guy on a Specialized mountain bike.  A cyclist ran the red on Mass Ave and the guy on the Specialized said, "all those liberals on entitled."  Huh?  I responded with, "like those cabinet secretaries who take private jets, cause they are entitled?"  Boy, this guy had hate and lies ready to burst forth.  "I bet you like President Clinton." (I wish we had President Clinton.)  "What do you think of President Clinton selling uranium to the Russians, I bet you just ignore it."  All spewed out with venom and a pretty loud voice and many other words that I can't recount completely.  He sped off and I followed, only to keep an eye on where he was.  With such hate foaming at the surface, I wanted to know where he was going and make sure it wasn't near me.  After Alewife he went north on the Alewife path and that was it.  I was suspicious of this hateful guy and stopped at the Lake Street Crossing and looked back to make sure he wasn't following me.  I worry that there are people who consume lies that fill them with hate and I can cross paths with their insanity, again.  Even if I don't meet them in person, they seem adept (along with the Russian bots) at poisoning the public sphere with their racism and misogyny. 

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