Originally Posted by
Cowtown Cumuter
So there I am chugging down the road near where I work in my work boots, jeans and old clunker bike on the way home today and some skinny guy with all the sissy looking cycling spandex goes flying by me with no warning. He came within six inches of me and had no bell, no voice nothing. He's lucky I didn't suddenly swerve left around a pot-hole and take his skinny 140 pound ass out with my chubby frame! Oh and then the creep proceeds to run the red light, lucky for him very little traffic and he isn't a hood ornament. I can't stand poser types in their fancy racing bikes who ride like they own the road. 
If you were on a Denali that would never happen.
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