Alternate thread titles:
DJ looses it....again.
How one can tell if you have not had a day off in 2.5 weeks and working in excess of 70 hrs a week.
DJ has to have that conversation with his kid. Not that one. THAT ONE!
Why I hate the burbs.
--------------------------------
Let me preface this with I am not an ambassador for cycling or a role model for anyone besides my son.
Though I did not particularly fill that role well today.
I do not care if anyone approves or disapproves my actions. They happened. End of story.
I merely want to vent.
After another 10 hr day working at home I stuck the trail-a-bike onto my touring bike and picked up my 4 year old son.
All in all we had a wonderful ride chatting up a storm..... that is until we reached our horrid suburb. Completely cycling unfriendly.
Anyways.... while riding with my son I average very low speeds and along a very busy street we take to the MUP \ sidewalk.
Here I am ready to slowly cross an intersection. Every car sees me and pulls directly into the cross walk blocking the ramp up to the other side. When it is clear I slowly cross the sidewalk and low and behold this .....woman cuts me off. Then starts yelling that she sees my son on the back and we should go around. Meanwhile I am trying to explain that I can not go around. The trail-a-bike makes my bike virtually unstable. Plus, the sidewalks have vertical gutters. After a few more seconds of arguing with her I lost it. Told my son to get off the bike and let loose a few f bombs and middle fingers while moving the bike onto the sidewalk. Meanwhile a man in a F150 behind her starts yelling at me. Not that I can hear him. While swearing profusely my son and I are finally across the crosswalk on the other sidewalk. F150 man pulls up cursing and what do I do you ask? I let loose a string of F Us unheard of. Maybe 15 of them in 10-20 secs. Said jerk off then tells me to meet him at the next parking lot. Well screamed it.
Big man challenging a father with his son to a fight.
Consequently, I pulled out my cell phone and said bag of lard hightailed it out of there after I said the word police.
During this whole thing my son was laughing and then confused when I refused to move after it had finished. I needed to take a few minutes to calm down. Once we arrived at the supermarket I had that talk with him. Something to the effect that daddy lost control and do not repeat the words you just heard.
The only thing I regret is that my son witnessed my tirade. Strangely enough I feel the best I have felt in the last few weeks. What an odd way to relieve stress.
I seriously did not intend for this post to be this long winded but whatever. I feel better. Time to make pancakes for dinner. Yummy.
Flame away.
