Please, I haven’t done some good swearing on this blog for some time, so if you are offended by language, don’t read this entry.
Last night I lived by one second. A car blew through a stop sign in front of me (big American car at that) and had I been in his path one second earlier, I would have sustained substantial bodily injury and severe damage to my car. As it was, I jammed on the brakes and watched as his red taillights faded into oblivion.
Today I wrote a paper all morning and then jumped onto my bike and headed to the park. In almost the same area as last night, a car came hauling down the road, going backwards, and as I swerved out of its way, I said “idiot” not very loud, but loud enough for the driver to hear. He chased me down! Cut me off with his car and began to challenge me. I wanted to laugh. Really, it was almost comical. He was a thirty something punk with a cig hanging from his lips. I am sure his ego has been fed by time spent in the West Bank or
Despite this, I had a great ride in the park. It was a beautiful day and I have new biking shoes and a new front tire which added one or two extra KM to the bike. Eva joined me after an hour and a half and we rode around the Yarkon until sunset.
The reality though is that I really won’t be intimidated by the ilk of driver or person that infests this small country. Unfortunately this sort of person defines so many here in
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