“Mommy, What’s a Bike Douche?”
How do you define a bike douche? They come in all shapes and sizes, (racing) colors and ages and they’re EVERYWHERE. . . so I suppose the more important question to ask yourself is:
Am I a bike douche? Read On…
I remember seeing the head of the black Beetle nip into the middle of the street, not at the corner, not while signaling, but while I was passing in the bike lane. I heard my own shriek, the squeal of the tires, the crunching of the bike against the car and the thud of my own weight hitting the ground. Then for a brief moment: silence. Read on…
Getting hit by a car was one thing. For starters, I felt like I could claim membership to that group of hardcore, veteran, city cyclists who ride-on in spite of motorist madness – just to get their bike on. It was different trying to explain why my bike needed repairs after getting run down by a couple of dogs. A car is one thing, but dogs? Read on…
Thanks for writing such an easy-to-undesrtnad article on this topic.
Hello Jon and Miko, A good disguise to help stay out of the Cycling-Douche catagory is to ride a Tandem. We are just plain “ignored” and and we have both seen many a nose stuck skyward at our passing. Strange though, It’s always the wife and myself stopping to help an injured “Pro” crash or repair along the road. LOL, Bye-Bye !
That sounds like a great way of avoiding douchey cyclists! We do see a lot of tandems here, especially people traveling from other parts of the country. Seems to work pretty well.