Essay: My Bicycle, My Self
I started bike commuting to my job in DC a little over two years ago, mostly because I was over being sexually ignored on the train. If I wanted to get ignored by a group of sad dudes in ill-fitting suits I’d go to any straight bar for happy hour.
The sexy and exclusive two-wheeled lifestyle opened up an entirely new DC for me. For instance, I had no idea how terrible area drivers are. Especially Maryland. It’s a meme because it’s such a real goddam thing. I assume they’re too busy impinging on DC sovereignty and obsessing over crabs to learn what the colors of the lights mean. You mad? I don’t care, you’re probably from Maryland.