August 8, 2011
I was riding my bicycle to work early Wednesday morning. I had just passed the Sunnyside Trailhead and was beginning my acceleration over the knoll on the last hill down to the river toward Aspen. A large SUV accelerates around me, crossing the double yellow and immediately hits the brakes in front of me, forcing me to enter the oncoming lane to avoid hitting him. There was no other traffic; it was purely a malicious action.
For me, as a commuting cyclist, I look forward to enjoying the downhills. The adrenaline rush, the wind in my face, carrying momentum into the next climb.
And I understand that the majority of people driving cars don’t ride bicycles for purposes of traveling. And I also realize that most people around here are married to their cars and that generally when people get behind the wheel of a large vehicle, such as a GMC extended-cab pickup truck with a topper and a dark blue paint job, they leave a bit of their humanity behind and become a part of the machine. And I could even understand if it was a tourist in a rental vehicle, just another jerk, and let it go.
But this killjoy’s vehicle had writing on it; and what had turned him into a road rager at 6:30 a.m. on a beautiful Wednesday morning, I’ll never know. But this commuting cyclist got the message loud and clear. The lettering on the vehicle read: Pitkin County Communications.
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