OH CRUEL WORLD!: MOTHER BIKER

Dear Reckless Biking Mother,

As you and yours passed by me just before crossing Mass Ave I didn’t think too much about it. But as the light turned red and everyone came to a halt, you just kept on going through the intersection. Normally I can brush off the fact that it’s shit like that that give everyday commuting cyclists like me a bad name, because I know in just a few months time the air will get colder and you’ll put away your bike and leave room for the rest of us.

But what damned near ruined my night was this—

You were pulling an infant in your trailer. A screaming and crying infant that did not want to be in the middle of the street late at night. That did not want to be mere feet from being run over. When I saw what I saw initially I wasn’t angry or upset. I was downright terrified of what I almost witnessed.

Forget being a bad cyclist or a bad mother. You, madam, are an abysmal excuse for a human being.

Stay inside from now on. It’ll be safer for us all.

Sincerely,
You Breed It, You Buy It