Monday, May 11, 2009


I was biking to work this morning when a gray-haired fifty-something male driving a black luxury SUV kept pace with me for a moment, rolled down his window, shook his head and shouted, "That's soooooo dangerous, man!"

I said, "Shut up!" in an elongated, sarcastic tone.

He yelled, "Fuck you!" and floored it, only to stop immediately at the light. I wound around the other cars and came up on his passenger side. When he looked over I planted a big kiss on his window and rode on.

In 2007 there were 37,248 traffic fatalities in the United States. Of that number, 30,401 people were killed in their cars, 4,654 were pedestrians, and 698 were bikers. For the rest of the numbers, look here. 


  1. Resolving the trilateral conflict between the inertia of the transportation industries, the American desire for automobility, and the fiscal and environmental unsustainability of the whole affair is really going to throw guys like Mr. Black Luxury SUV for a loop.

  2. You have totally moved on from your Southern roots, kiddo. I guess it is big city survival!