Remember when it was fun to ride a bike in the Wood River Valley? What happened? I'll tell you. The new breed of cyclists have no sense of humor. You think I'm making this up? Try walking on the bike path someday. Here come the dudes, clad in spandex, helmets and shaved legs at 40 miles per hour, and you better get out of the way because they own the path. Hey, there are a lot of little old ladies out there, too! And, there are a lot of families with kids walking and their pets, as well. What about them?
They don't smile because they're focused on getting to their destination in record time. They're going for their personal best so you best get out of the way. Oh, and there's been confrontations out there...you should hear some of the stories. Perhaps you've been involved. It's like road rage on Highway 75 during morning rush hour. Where's the love, dudes?
Maybe we need our own walking path because it's just not working, folks. Let them have the biking path. Obviously, they're not going to share the road with pedestrians, pets or you either. It's an "Alpha" way street.
The Alpha women are much nicer and a helluva a lot better to look at, not that I'm interested or anything. I am one of the observers of life.
I really do get a kick out of seeing real locals on Schwinns with baseball caps, cutoffs and T-shirts. They rock. Them are us. My son, Mark, used to outrace all the spandexers when he rode his bike from Warm Springs to The Christiania every afternoon for years. They couldn't keep up with him, and he never left his seat. What to do...what to do?
I know! Bring back the trains!
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