I love it so much...
...when yer haulin' a** down the street, tire pressure at around 130 psi, and ya run through a mass of pebbles sending 'em shooting like little bullets into all the shiney cars waiting at the light. The rock-against-steel staccato kills me everytime...
One of biking's little pleasures.
Sometimes I get tempted to go back and see if I scratched anyones paint. I always hope that I did.
A car sat right beside me in the bike lane the other day and a pretty good sized rock shot out from my tire right into their door panel. I quickly turned, it sounded loud enough to actually chip something though.
weird..i feel bad when that happens. i was riding with my ex one time and i almost blasted her in the face with a pebble that shot out from my tire..i'm glad it didn't hit her but we both had a good laugh.
hateful little monkey
Why would you run 130 psi on the street? Do you live somewhere with exceptionally smooth and well-maintained roads?
Wow, guys, way to feel good about damaging some random person's car. That's cool.
jack of one or two trades
That scares the hell out of me. I'm always paranoid that there's a bit of glass in there that is just going to ruin my day...
Originally Posted by Gnarboots
Originally Posted by Dr Irwin Goldstein
Though there are many, not every car-owner is a cyclist-murdering ******* who has the ability to commute to work.
I wonder if there's a car forum where someone starts a thread titled "i love it so much...", followed by "when I come up on somebody riding a bike, and there's a puddle, and I lay on the horn and hit the puddle and they fall off."