There are many rationales for running over cyclists and surely these motorists can justify their violence and the constabulary explain away their indifference, especially around San Antonio, where I reside and bike presently. That fat tub of polluted lard featured in the photo in the article is typical of the wormy cowards who hide behind sheet metal or menace little women with bats. I am 58 and have cycled all my life, even been hit from behind by a car. But the modern temprement of bumbling meannes is something quite unnerving. I am now resolved to confront such belligerence with the stamina the Lord has provided me, and should a pin-penus like that slob ever approach me I taking him on and sending one of us to Glory, or in his case, bat-up-rectum to the basement hot place.
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