Rednecks*

My wife and I went for a short bike ride this afternoon. Stopped at a light waiting to cross and a pick-up truck drove by from left to right on the road we were waiting to cross. As they passed one of the occupants shouted something that I couldn’t make out. My wife on the other hand heard them say, “Get off the f@$%ing road, roads are for cars!” We weren’t in front of him slowing his progress, we hadn’t cut in front of him by crossing the street on the red light, nothing, yet they/he took offense to a couple of adult cyclists on a sunny Sunday afternoon.

*I used the word redneck because that is what my wife called them. I am sure there are folks who drive mid-80’s Ford pick-ups with no tailgates, 4 mis-matched tire sizes and so much rust and oxidation that the factory color is no longer recognizable that are not rednecks, but odds are these were the genuine article.