They fly down the path, challenging each other in undeclared races for no reward beyond feeding their egos. As a former racer, I find their little game comical. It’s a bike path, not a velodrome. When they blow past my elbow without so much as an “on your left” I’m no longer smiling. Knock it off, you’re harshing my commute zen.
About the Bike Commute Diaries: Launched in May 2012 for National Bike Month, this series explores the unexpected and surprising things I’ve learned about bicycling for transportation.
