It is satisfying, filling your jersey with bananas, your biddon cages with water, and riding off to a race with no regard for road conditions—let them go around me! We race out in car-land, out where the mere sight of bicycles is a serious affront to their choice of abode, so offensive it is worth killing for, or risking their own lives for, in the way they overtake cyclists. It is worth if for some, to deliberately smash their week's supply of glass beer bottles along the course where we race. More dangerous than any of that, was the bunch ride back home.
So that was the last ride of that sort, ever, for me. I hereby bequeath to the idiots of the idiotocracy, all of that land. I'll organize my life around rail corridors and waterways, where the task of building a separate bicycling network is well underway. Then I'll agitate to have industrial land flanking those routes rezoned to build a new city, interlocked with theirs, but not touching. They will be banned from entering in cars.
I just had to get that off my chest—I'm kinda pissed off and miserable these past couple of days 🙂 Thankfully too, it has been decided to no longer use that particular course.