Originally Posted by
Bklyn
But I am powerless to stop my running monologue of invective as I ride:
Where the f**k do you think you're going?
Or Red light, jackass, red light.
I'm in this lane, I'm in this lane!
Yeah, but that sort of monologue is part of city riding... I'm constantly mumbling, too. It's made worse by the fact that most people around me can't understand what I'm saying, so I don't have to worry about keeping it under my breath. This has led to some awkward situations when I'm back in Canada...