Op-ed piece by yet another tragically ignorant and angry motorist. Looks like it's time for a letter to the editor. My formula for getting them published: pick one and only one idea to express, keep it short, 5 sentences at the most, make it clever or at least entertaining, and make sure it is typo-free so the editors can publish it in its entirety.
The cure for road rage? Bike laws
By Monique Doyle Spencer | August 13, 2009
I WANT TO Be Kind to Cyclists. Sincerely. I want to Share the Road, Be Green and Ride the Hub. There’s one tiny barrier. Cyclists give me road rage. Morning. Noon. Night.
I’ve been driving through Longwood medical area during rush hour. I should be walking, I know. My heart does get its morning exercise, though, just through panic attacks. I see the swarm of cyclists ahead. My body tenses, my blood pressure soars.
First, they call themselves cyclists, which is a Lance Armstrong word, not a word for anyone who is riding their childhood bike through Harvard Square with a basket on the front. They remind me of the flying monkeys from the “Wizard of Oz.’’ They will come out of nowhere and swerve in front of me. A whole pack of them will stop for a second, with their bottoms facing me, and they communicate with those bottoms. Most of their messages are negative. A raised bottom means “Get off the road, you gas-guzzling pig!’’