Got hit by an old lady; Turned in front of me in Ohio some years back. Needed surgical correction of fractured finger on the arm I use to lessen he impact. Highway patrol shows up at hospital that evening to “fill out an accident report”, told me that because I was “outside” the fog line I was “not on the road” therefore I had “no legal rights as a user of the road”.

Now i ride on the road, where and how I feel safe, or I don’t ride the road.

It was only my third road ride of this year. After connecting again with Tru, a long lost compatriot from my days on Domenic’s, then hamming it up with the Germans, I realized that this shit – these bikes – well, that shit is the shit.

Bud Light is frat boy beer: comes up easy, doesn’t stain your shoes.

As for all the “experts” commenting on our riding style, as I recall the pack moved left to avoid a pedestrian who was walking on the shoulder. Sheesh.

We all have ears and some of us use them. And a few of us have mirrors. And we ride where we want in the lane, unless there’s traffic. Which we hear/see in plenty of time.

On the Heart of AZ century on Saturday we had a minivan dickhead who refused to touch the yellow line and thus backed cars up following single file fast riders who were not more than 2′ from the road edge, and with zero oncoming traffic and long clear sight lines. This kind of attitude is absurd, when either mewed by a simpering cyclist or a pinhead motorist.

BTW the cops didn’t have a problem giving us wide clearance across the yellow. Aside from the one dickhead the rest of the motorists were just fine and gave us plenty of room. Many thanks to them.

Sharing the road means just that. No segregation.

Over and out.