August 4, 2009
Asshole
On today’s run, I am cruising down Colorado Highway 66, a very common route for bikers. Lots of cars but I love running highways because they have big shoulders and not a lot of turns happening. When I run through town, it is a constant battle every block with cars.
Anyway, music cranked and I am moving along. I vaguely hear someone screaming and notice a pickup truck slowed in the opposite lane following me yelling something. Whatever. I kept running.
Red light. So the guy gets stopped at the upcoming intersection. So I peel off the headphones to see if he wants to chat. I didn’t approach the truck but he quickly started yelling at me about how bikers and pedestrians are not allowed on this road. Oh really? This was either a new law as of this morning or this guy was wrongly mistaken. About the only place you can’t run is on the Interstate. There are no signs anywhere on any of the many Colorado highways that I run on that say anything about this. People live along the highway and would use it to walk to their neighbor’s house — which is illegal according to this guy, I bet.
So I kindly told him that he was wrong. And had been wrong about this his whole life. He proceeded to start to call the Sheriff on his flip cellphone. I told him that I wasn’t going to wait around but I would be continuing west on the highway and they could find me down there.
Oh, I also told him to “suck my cock” and “fuck off” after he wouldn’t shut the fuck up. At least I didn’t kick his door in. I felt so restrained.
Asshole.
