I have a love/hate relationship with spring. As soon as the forsythia blooms (love) the bike clubs start coming out of the woodwork (hate).
I’m in the country but close enough to DC’s ‘burbs where their clubs hit our area in swarms on weekends. Our pot-holed, two-lane roads are narrow, twisty and hilly with lots of trucks pulling horse trailers on them. I honestly dread coming upon them when they’re out.
The saying that just because you can do something doesn’t mean you should comes to mind. Yeah, it’s beautiful here and you have the right to ride these roads, but is it really a good idea?
I live in a small town and now that the weather is warming up, the bike idiots will be coming in numbers. We are about 45 miles east of Sacramento so they haul their bikes up in trailors and in the backs of trucks, take up all the parking spaces in the one and only market we have here and then ride all over the streets acting as if no one lives here or ever drives on the roads. Quite irritating actually.