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I like to bike and generally like bikers...
I live near the ocean with a bike path so we regularly get bike events... the pro bikers are always cool.
We had some charity event recently... lots of chubby armatures in spandex... still no big deal...
I'm leaving my house driving uphill on coming lane is packed with bikers... filling the lane... some spilling over into the oncoming lane... not cool but still no big deal... most of them were wiggling and crossing the line obviously not 100% in control so no big deal, it is all for charity after all.
But then I get up to the highway to my destination, I find an opening in the bike group(s) and pull over to park... of course I check my mirror to make sure I don't open it into a biker... I see some grumpy lady grinding up the hill... I wait for her to pass my parked car... even though she can see I am looking in my mirror and waiting for her... right as she passes me she screams at the top of her lungs "CAR!".
I felt like pulling up beside her and screaming "BIKE!"
But I didn't
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Gary Fisher 29er
2019 Kia Stinger 2.0t gone 
1995 Miata Sold
1984 944 Sold
I am not lost for I know where I am, however where I am is lost. - Winnie the poo.
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