[Hey, You!] Dirt-Biking Dirtbag
I was the mountain biker who crashed into the weeds last weekend to avoid smashing into you on a blind corner. Granted, I was perhaps going a little too fast on this corner, but for my efforts to spare you injury, the least you could have done was to stop to make sure I was okay and share a laugh at the situation. Instead, you muttered, “You okay?” as you pedaled by, not even caring to hear the answer. Yeah, that was me shouting expletives at you after I collected myself. In my two decades of riding, you displayed the worst behavior I’ve ever seen in a fellow rider. I hope, for your sake, when you have a dangerous crash, someone at least stops to offer you assistance. And then a little part of me hopes no one helps you because the world would benefit from having one less self-absorbed douchebag.
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