From Caelan Griffiths:
As an avid PriceTags follower, I’d like to relate a little Monday-morning-after-the-daylight-savings-time-change irritation I had today.
I’m a daily cycle commuter from East Vancouver to Burnaby along the Central Valley Greenway. Today, with a nice cool light, the cherry blossoms were spectacular, and the very flat, usually quite calm, ride started nicely. This is a stretch of cycle-way that is not without it’s peeve-inspiring co-velocipedists, however.
The short story is that I gave an earful to a guy who blew a (no better word to say this) snot-rocket in front of me. Not within 10 feet lets estimate, but within earshot.
I caught up to him at a stop sign and excused myself to say “please don’t do that…” To which the petulant reply was: “I thought you were far enough behind to not be in the way [spray]”. Perhaps road rage is what best describes my long-winded response – while riding – that included such verbal gems as “…it’s called germ theory…” and “…that’s how tuberculosis is spread, not that I am accusing you of having tuberculosis…” and finally, as I am ridiculously riddled with Canadian passive-aggressiveness, I wished him a “good day.” Then only to have to ignore him as we waited at the next light.
The question I have for your cycling-savvy readers is: snot rockets – needless macho bravado or excusably necessary nose-clearing?