Once I first began this weblog in 1976, I used to be typically vital of and flippant concerning bicycle advocates, whose patron saint on the time was a sure musician who doesn’t personal a automotive (no less than on this coast):

Over time, my flippancy regarding advocacy matured into one thing extra carefully resembling respect. Nonetheless, there are specific attitudes inherent within the discourse that also rankle me, and certainly one of them is the notion that once you’re using a motorcycle you’re the one particular person on the planet, an perspective that’s manifest within the disproportionate quantity of shock over blocked bike lanes, which is the topic of my newest Exterior column:

Please be aware I’m not saying individuals ought to block bike lanes, or that we shouldn’t demand our municipalities to handle the issue. Nonetheless, I’m saying that pitching a match over it’s pointless and silly–particularly when it’s directed at pedestrians and different cyclists. I’ll additionally level that in no different state of affairs do individuals harbor the expectation that nothing will ever get of their means. Whenever you’re strolling you circumvent obstructions with nary a thought, and even drivers anticipate to must maneuver round supply vehicles and “jaywalkers” and double-parked metropolis staff consuming lunch and all the remainder of it. The concept cyclists are overly “entitled” is generally a false impression, however I’m afraid that in the case of issues getting into the bike lane it may well sometimes be the case.

Principally although I simply assume the man who yelled at me is a dick, I imply critically, what the fuck?