red hoodie
black and gray Timbuk 2 bag
black bike (conversion?) with black and white tt pad and yellow rims
You passed me coming off the Ballard bridge northbound and almost crashed/struck a pedal because your impatient ass took the turn onto Leary going too fast and at a stupid angle.
Then you decided to berate a driver (a doula no less) because you didn’t know where the fuck you were going and took a last minute turn off of 17th without signaling or even looking where the hell you were going.
Good job. By the time she rolled down her window to talk to me she was just about in tears. I don’t think I made her day any better, but you definitely made it worse with your macho bullshit.
I took my girlfriend’s car to Kinkos to mail a package a few weeks ago, and I almost plowed into some brakeless conversion-riding doofus, who was plowing through a red light, playing “Bike Messenger” at 10:00 PM without any lights or brakes on his bike.
i spend alot of time pointing out to non-riders that i’m not “one of those cyclists” that are constantly doing stupid shit that makes it hard on the rest of us.
[quote=“bonechilling”]I took my girlfriend’s car to Kinkos to mail a package a few weeks ago, and I almost plowed into some brakeless conversion-riding doofus, who was plowing through a red light, playing “Bike Messenger” at 10:00 PM without any lights or brakes on his bike.
I hate bikes.[/quote]
Why weren’t you playing bike messenger too? Package too big?
uhh nor would i.[/quote]
He looks like a quiet French spec ops military guy who never says a word, seems snooty as fuck and will cut a throat without even blinking or a change of facial expression.
I would not talk shit about Paramount due to the miniscule possibility that he could very well be that Frenchman.
