Biking Blog

Once again, I am supposed to be writing a research paper on Immanuel Kant and I am just monkeying around on this thing. I'm tired, it's a half hour before my bed time and there is no way I'm going to write it now.

I almost fell trying to ride up the bridge at Halsted and Chicago, because it was raining and my tires were slipping and sliding.

I was trying to cross Montrose right after I left my apartment and I was in the oncoming traffic lane. There was this huge semi truck bearing down on me and I had to get in the right lane but there was this car going really slow toward me there. I kept looking back and forth between the truck and the car, trying to figure out what to do, but the car was going at just the right speed so that I couldn't cross safely and I couldn't tell if he was going to let me go, like he was close enough so that I was just waiting for him to go so I could get out of the path of this big truck. I kept looking back and forth, because it didn't look like he was going to let me cross his path but he wasn't speeding up to pass, and then the truck is getting pretty close and I yell at him to go, and as he finally passes in front of me he's waving at me and he's got this big grin on his face, like he was doing it on purpose. I thought maybe he was acting cavalier like that because he was suppressing accountability for putting me in harms way, like he was slightly embarrassed that his indecision was putting me in enough danger that I had to yell at him and this was his way of dealing with it. But I couldn't help but to suspect that he really did do it on purpose and he had just some kind of dickheaded prejudice against bikers, something I catch wind of from other people on the road sometimes. And I'm like so pissed that I try to ride him down and fantasize about breaking off his mirror with my u lock. I mean fuck.

I really just can't believe how disgusting the air is, and nobody else seems to care.

I'm too tired to write any more.