Rotate Your Hate

So I've been bicycling a lot this summer. It helps me relax. Anyway if there's one thing I hate when I'm riding it's trucks, cars, dogs, walkers, little kids, runners, and skaters. For example, trucks toting Wide Loads, which jut out over the shoulder of the road and sweep out the space occupied by my head at 60 miles an hour. Not much fun. Or octets of 90-year-olds who instinctively fan out like a defensive line across the bike path. (Helpful hint: don't take out the one with the walker. Sure she's probably the frailest, but that aluminum shit can get up in your spokes. Word to the wise.)

But now my bikes aren't working and I've been forced to walk and run for exercise. And if there's one thing I hate it's lunatics on bicycles.

I decided this is healthy. I call it "rotating my hate." I think I'll take up rollerblading or windsurfing, just to broaden my hatreds.