I cross Delmar on my morning commute. It’s a pretty convenient area to cross, actually – great visibility in both directions and a nice wide shoulder to park on while I wait for an opportunity. Today’s wait wasn’t very long, and so after just a few seconds I’d crossed the road and was pedaling safely and happily in the bike lane (!!!) on the south side of the road. The sun was shining, birds were chirping. I may have even been whistling.
Suddenly, an asshat in a black Taurus blew past me, shouting “SHARE THE FUCKING ROAD, BITCH!” as he careened dangerously close to the bike lane in which I was riding.
But I’m not mad at him – really, I’m not. I may have had to suffer his ignorance for just a moment, and gotten that unpleasant rushing feeling in my heart as he veered back into the car lane, worried that he was going to swipe me. But I only suffered for a moment. He’s the one who has to live with himself; he’s the one who has to suffer being a massive asshole.
I may give him the benefit of the doubt and choose to believe that he finds himself oh-so-witty for taking the classic cyclists’ slogan and appropriating it.
I read: “Motorists! This road belongs to cyclists as well. Please be mindful of this, and do not attempt to run them off the road.”
Idiot Asshat in Taurus reads: “Cyclists! This road is the rightful property of anyone driving a car. Stay the fuck out of their way, for they are superior to you. Cretins.”
Clearly, it’s quite ambiguous.