Don’t tread on me.
My run in with a bike vigilante.
4 min readMar 9, 2019
Something icky happened to me this week. Twice. A bike weirdo picked a fight with me and my kids. Twice. I won’t bore you with the details. It was mostly an obnoxious attempt to educate me on the rules of the road and cyclist’s rights. Try saying that fast three times: cyclist’s rights cyclist’s rights cyclist’s rights.
