It’s the ones where you don’t see cyclists anywhere until they’re all but running a light, running you over and running their mouth at the very same time. It’s a bicyclerati trifuckta.
Otherwise, you never see the dozen people who use a given bicycle route on any given day, as they’re largely invisible and conforming and their appearance will be brief anyway.
It’s kinda a survivor bias, I guess. In my own case, I was in a crosswalk and not watching for the guy blowing the red light to all but run me over and cursing me out for the experience and my inability to eagerly give way to his greater human worth. It’s classic survivor bias, as I definitely haven’t seen that man since (please let karma sort him), nor really had a problem with the thousand-odd passers I didn’t notice using a designated bike path in the years since.
It’s the ones where you don’t see cyclists anywhere until they’re all but running a light, running you over and running their mouth at the very same time. It’s a bicyclerati trifuckta.
Otherwise, you never see the dozen people who use a given bicycle route on any given day, as they’re largely invisible and conforming and their appearance will be brief anyway.
It’s kinda a survivor bias, I guess. In my own case, I was in a crosswalk and not watching for the guy blowing the red light to all but run me over and cursing me out for the experience and my inability to eagerly give way to his greater human worth. It’s classic survivor bias, as I definitely haven’t seen that man since (please let karma sort him), nor really had a problem with the thousand-odd passers I didn’t notice using a designated bike path in the years since.