I get annoyed by non-bicyclists in the bike lane. The truth is, I really don't like to share the road.

Wouldn't you be bored and lonely then . I mean I don't like dangerous drivers by any means, but I think they help to make the road more colorful and pretty.

When I'm running very late, I cut a half mile off my route by salmoning down a highway shoulder for a quarter mile.

I bark at dogs.

When I used to have a nice loop on country roads before I moved, I liked to moo at the cows.

I feel faster on my steel bike than on my carbon bike.

On very, very rare occasions, I have flipped the bird to a motorist or two.

I still do this. It's embarrassing when I forget than I'm riding with someone else...

Not a bit. Honestly, I don't even particular like sharing the road with other bicyclists. Once in a while I enjoy a ride with friends, but for the most part I prefer the solitude of cycling alone on an open road.

I don't think its embarrassing, but I guess I haven't really got a chance to moo at cows in a a long time. My favorite part is when the cows start following you. People think you are crazy or some cow wisperer and neither is true in my case most days.

Despite my best efforts to the contrary I am quick to hurl some four-letter gems at drivers who do me wrong.

I prefer commuting in the winter or in the rain because there is sooooo much less traffic on the MUP.

One time I took my square taper cranks off recently I forgot to remove the lock nut before my first go with the crank puller tool. I stripped several of the threads on the inside of the crank. D'oh!

I have on occasion relaxed the pace on the MUP to admire the view of a female cyclist from behind a little longer.

That's my biggest reason for riding through the local parks.

DEFINITELY not recommended while in the vicinity of a women's group ride.

I drove to work yesterday. I left a bit early (5PM) and as I drove home along my normal cycling route. I saw 11 cyclists on the route including a really cute female roadie and a group of 4 college kids (gonna grow up to be hipsters, I could smell it) on fixies. On a normal day I may see one or two. Other than the old guy I see occasionally in the winter, I hated each of them for being fair weather cyclists.

I like to ring my bell when I go past the homes of people I know.

I like standing in the middle of a crowded elevator in my sweaty bike clothes in the morning.

Although I have been very, very good at curbing the automatic swearing F word at drivers who are obviously being stupid and endangering my life (substituting a sarcastic "Thank you...for not killing me" instead) there were two instances yesterday in which I reverted to the R-rated version. And then felt bad about it to myself.

I tresspass every time I commute to take a 1/2 mile gravel drive into the back of my industrial park.

I curse and swear at Hummers and other big SUVs. They drive me nuts.

On the commute home at night I blow through a stop sign because it is on one of my favorite downhill legs. I do slow down a tad to be sure the coast is clear of cars.....and the town Marshall.

I smoke,drink,cuss,do drugs,go out with women,go to bars and haven't been to church in 50 years.....That should about cover it.....

I occasionally re-hydrate with beer. Ok, I often re-hydrate with beer.

I sometimes stop at red lights when there is no traffic so I can rest.

I sometimes like a headwind so I have an excuse to go slowly

Love the dog thing, will have to give that a try....

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I don't bike-commute (I'm a freshman in high school who wakes up 15min before school starts), but I like this thread .

I often go slowly in crosswalks to make cars stop (yes I know it's a bad idea).

I often admire the front sides of female joggers. I have to ride through my local park to get to a trail which then connects to a different trail, so I see a lot of joggers. What I don't understand, though, is why old (slightly overweight--that means man-boobs) men think that it's okay to jog without their shirts.

Yesterday I got buzzed by a car on the Memorial Bridge. When I caught up to him at the light I banged on his window. He started cussing and staying I need to stay of the F'n road. I banged on his window some more and told him to step out of the car and fight because he didn't have the ability to reason. He drove off and swerved a bit when the light changed.

I spit on vehicles parked in the bike lane. Including delivery trucks.

As long as the driver isn't there, that is. Coward, I know...

Bovilexia - the uncontrollable urge to moo at cattle as you pass. A malady I don't suffer from so much as embrace it.

I do this too.

Oh shucks, I am busting up.

Okay, I think this one will get best post of the thread. It is comedy!

Because it's OK for them to jog without their shirts. I swear, sometimes I think the Taliban is winning here.