An Open Letter to the Motorists of Warren, PA

Dear Motorists of Warren:
I'm *really* getting sick of the way some of you treat me.  The constant swearing at me, the constant blatant violation of the law, accusing me of being drunk (WTF, seriously, I don't drink at all...) is getting absolutely ridiculous.  I try to be considerate toward you, since I realize that I am, in fact, slowing you down a little bit sometimes when I'm on my bike.  I try to minimize my impact on you getting to work or getting a cheese danish.

Apparently, my consideration is too insignificant to you to be returned.  Today, I was brushed against by some ass in a red car.  Literally, the car made contact with me at a stop light.  Let me remind you: PA law requires you to be four feet from me if you're going to attempt to pass me, and it is well within my rights to take up the whole lane if I do not feel safe being closer to the sidewalk.

I do not feel safe on many of the roads in town, so, from now on, I am *going* to be taking the lane.  If your cheese danish is that fucking important, there are plenty of points to turn off so you're not behind me the whole length of Madison Ave.; take advantage of these if it's that damn important.

To those of you who have been considerate of me -- which is 85-90% of the motorists in this town -- I apologize, but try to understand that while the vast majority of you have been nothing short of considerate, law-abiding, and friendly, it only takes one person who thinks the law doesn't apply to them to cost me my life.