I hate bicyclists in San Francisco. I’m not sure if I hate them more than San Francisco bus drivers, but I hate them nonetheless. As it is, I’m glad Aelel blogged about it on her new site, as I’ve been too lazy to throw something together about the topic myself. I’ll assume my comment to Aelel’s post sums up my feelings appropriately, however:
Not stopping for stop signs and red lights pisses me off to no end. As does blatant speed violations in which spandex-wearing pissants exceed the speed limit and often dodge between roads, parking lots, and sidewalks just to get to their destination faster.
I will fucking kill you accidentally, you fucking spandex-wearing pissant, if you keep pulling that shit. And I will feel no remorse for cleansing the gene pool of your retarded self.
It’s time we educated bicyclists on what is acceptable behavior on the roads, else punish them in force. Either learn and subscribe to the laws of the road, or be banned from the road altogether. There is a reason a recent finding determined that approximately three-fourths of all bicycle-related accidents in San Francisco were the fault of, surprise surprise, the bicyclists themselves.
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