I have figured out why some people in the Spokane area hate bicyclists.
It’s not for the various reasons we all have heard a zillion times.
No, it’s because of me.
I try to be considerate when out on the road. But I have to admit that I am a bit of a menace when wheeling my bike through stores.
So why, you might ask, am I pushing my bike through stores when many establishments have racks near the entrance?
It’s because my bicycle is festooned with lights that would be fairly easy to steal. It would be a pain to properly remove all of them every time I wanted to go into a store on my way home from work. But a loser intent on ripping them off could yank them free in short order.
So why don’t I lock up my bicycle inside the store? Well, the lights would still be vulnerable to theft. And modern stores try to utilize every square inch of space. So it would be hard to lock it up without blocking some display of Easter 2014 candy or whatever.
The result is that I roll my bike through the aisles. With a shopping basket in one hand, it’s a little unwieldy.
I have not hit anyone. Yet. But my course past the tuna and mayo can be a bit wobbly.
So I apologize to those I might have alarmed. Please don’t hold it against other Spokane-area cyclists.
This one is all on me.
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