TOTH: To my new front tire. Its grippy

WOTF: Raccoons

Tip of the hat: The Shop manager at eriks bike shop who took pity one me when the bolts of my chainring broke off...he gave me free repairs and bolts...

wag of the finger: HAving to buy a brand new crankset because it didnt work

tip of the hat: the guys at eriks giving me a discount on it.

TOTH: All the Good Samaritans on the
trail this afternoon. At least five asked
if I needed anything while changing a
flat. Another three stopped to call the
ambulance for some guy who didn't
quite make the jump of the train near
Lee's.

Belated TOTH: To the 60 or so cyclists
I passed on my way home Monday. The
trail loves you, baby!

I rolled up to that right after that couple had noticed the guy and stopped. They were on the phone with 911, but they didn't know where they were, so I rode back out to confirm Glenwood and 12th was the entrance to the trail. I called 911 from there to give the dispatcher that info. By the time I went back, the ambulance was just showing up (on the other side of the track) so I went on my way.

That guy tried to jump off of a moving train, huh?

WAG: A mile or so later I dropped my chain. No one even asked if I had a flat while I walked my bike out to the 21st St. crossing to have my brother come get me. At least 20 people rode by.

Peedubya, if we were there at the same time, I was the guy with the khaki messenger bag.

TOTH: To the old lady who gave me a thumbs up and a huge smile when she drove next to me. Old people rock.

What happened to the chain?

WOTF: Cottonwood trees. I hate you. More than almost any other bike annoyance.

Here

Did I already mention this? I don't know. Anyway (pushes the PBR cans away from the keyboard for proper typing)

This guy on Hennepin is behind me yelling the normal stuff out the window. I look back and see his head out the window in a full on rage, "something this!" and "something that!' and "some other stuff too."

I don't know where the dude thought he was going. The light 50 yards ahead was red and it was at 26th so he couldn't turn right.

I turn around and say, "Man, off my back. If you don't like it get your ass out of that thing and start running for office so you can change it. You're not changing me with your yelling." Then he got stuck in traffic at 25th and I rode by and made a fart noise with my tongue at him.

I don't think its likely he'll recover from that flit of rage. The steering wheel suffered numerous lethal blows. He'll probably have to ask his doctor if something is right for him.

Misplaced anger seems to happen often with those those who suffer from iDriveTheMostest.

Wag O' The Finger: The dude speeding by on Theo Wirth today who threw his Queso jar at me. Fortunately, it didn't hit me, only the ground in front of me which then proceeded to cheese me and shred my tire.

Tip O' The Hat: To the kind lady cyclist who stopped by and asked me if I needed help. She didn't have any spare parts (she had just used them up) but it was nice to have the company for the bit

Tip o' the Hat:
I heard two "on your left"s in one week!
It's a start.

Wag o' the Finger:
This morning I was walking near the Greenway, by
the Humboldt crossing. A cyclist riding on Humboldt
pulled up to the stop sign where the the Greenway
intersects. At the same time, an SUV pulled up
next to the cyclist.

Then the cyclist proceeds to turn left in front of the
SUV onto the Greenway, and swears a blue streak at
the driver about how he should learn to drive. The driver
swears back about the cyclist learning to signal.

Dude on the bike: that was shitty, and you're lucky
you didn't end up under his wheels. If you didn't
take the lane, and didn't signal, how the hell would
anyone know you're going to suddenly cut across?

I like to swear at drivers as much as the next gal,
but you totally brought that on yourself.

WOTF: To the 5 thugs hanging out under the 94 bridge on the hiawatha line bike trail. One standing in the path, 4 sitting on the abbuttment. Just as I rolled past the last of them - Wing! I feel the breeze as a beer bottle flies past my face and shatters on the fence to my right. About 9:30 pm on my way home from the Twins game. I sure hope the cops stopped by to clear them away after I called 'em in.

That is one reason I don't keep the lights on all the time - no need to give them any more warning that I'm coming up on them than I have to.

TOTH: more commuters all the time. Sometimes the ride home feels like some charity-ride event.

TOTH: To the wonderful hail storm we had the other day...it was refreshing and funny to watch the drivers freak out and seek cover.
WOTF: To the people sitting on the greenway...in the middle of the freakin' trail smoking...most likely a doobie.

WOTF: The lady driving on 2nd downtown who went *straight* through the intersection from the right lane of a double right-turn lane and almost hit me as I was turning right from the left right-turn lane. That was pretty intense and I was so dumbfounded I didn't even yell at her.

TOTH: The gal on Portland riding near-by me who yelled at the taxi parked in the bike lane so I didn't have to.

WOTF:
Asshat motorcycle rider who decided to lane split with me when I was taking the whole lane in prep of changing lanes and then he flicks me off, as if I am riding unsafe

WOTF: To girls wearing flip flops and walking down the stairs in groups...ugg that noise is so annoying.

TOTF: Obama...good job