I get no stinking respect when I'm on my bike. Pedestrians walk out in front of me, forcing me to wildly weave and dodge out of the way. Cars cut me off, forces me to the side of the road, and in one rather alarming case, tap my back wheel. I almost got a faceful of concrete. One of these days I'm gonna get worked over out there. And I'm gonna be pretty bloody mad.

And I'm sick.

Fook.