What's up with the wanna be Lance Armstrongs?

All the time, in the morning, usually during rush hour. I mean, what the fuck is wrong with you people. Wearing tight black shorts, the entire getup and traveling in packs.  Like the frickin' wildebeasts in Lion King.

On a two lane road that has no bike lane. It's like you freaks have a death wish. Oh, don't get me wrong, I love bike riding. 

But riding, and seeing the world around me and enjoying the outdoors. These people think they are fucking France or something.

Ugh, one of these days I am not going to swerve.