Get Off My Lawn: People on Bikes

You’re on a bike. Go you. Please get out of the damn road.

I’m not sure how riding a bike means you get to behave like a moron. I’m down with sharing the road, but I’m not down with you riding so erratically that I’m forced to go SLOWER than you just to prevent an accident. And if you’re a kid? When you see my car, get out of my damn parking space. It’s like kids see a car and have to stare blankly until some external stimulus (usually my horn or a look that says “Uh, what the hell are you doing?”) breaks their trance.

Get off my lawn.