You never know with dogs. My dog lives with bikes and riders, and still barks like crazy at bike riders. It’s our family’s shame. I tell her: “Every bite of food you eat, everything good that comes your way, is because of bikes, so no bark!” But she can’t help herself; she’s a terrier.”
If you happen to be out at night on the bike path without a light, ring your bell constantly. No bell? Then sing “Hotel Yorba” on a continuous loop, loud enough to warn the unseen.
I don’t encourage blasting through stop signs or riding like an idiot. I want to make that clear. But given the number of riders (and idiots) out there, there are bound to be some who ride that way and, yes, anger drivers. But they also keep drivers on their toes – here comes another cyclist; I wonder if he’s as oblivious and suicidal as the last one…
When I was a kid I used to pray every night for a new bicycle. Then I realised that the Lord doesn’t work that way so I stole one and asked Him to forgive me.
Toleration is the greatest gift of the mind; it requires the same effort of the brain that it takes to balance oneself on a bicycle.
The journey of life is like a man riding a bicycle. We know he got on the bicycle and started to move. We know that at some point he will stop and get off. We know that if he stops moving and does not get off he will fall off.
The bicycle is a former child’s toy that has now been elevated to icon status because, presumably, it can move the human form from pillar to post without damage to the environment.
Guys would sleep with a bicycle if it had the right color lip gloss on. They have no shame. They’re like bull elks in a field.