Hey Lance... get out of the way

Seriously.  This is a plea to every biker in Toronto:  please relax.  We are all in a hurry, so I don't think it is necessary for you to run us over at every corner.  I don't think it is necessary for you to drive down Spadina (through the markets that are more tightly packed than Anna Nicole in her dresses) on the sidewalk, and I certainly don't think it is necessary for you to dress up in the Tour de France style gear to drive to work in the AM. 

Hey, we get it, you are a biker.  Bully for you.  The bike gives that away, you don't need to have the clips, the horrible biker shoes, the spandex outfits and the nerdy biking hats that I used to wear in 7th grade.  I read an article back in the Greg LeMond days that stated his rival lost "more than 2 minutes" by not wearing a biker hat and letting his locks run free.  Two minutes, over the course of the Tour de France.  I think putting the spandex on to get from College to Queen is a bit much.  I am sure that 2 seconds you save won't come off your check.

Next plan of action, decide if you are traffic or a pedestrian.  The sidewalk, or the road: pick one!
Don't scoot onto the sidewalk to avoid a light, then dart in front of us as we walk across the crosswalk and give us the skunk eye for cutting you off.  If you do decide you are traffic, please, for the love of god, ride single file and near the side of the road.  I am not sure if you know this, but cars move faster than you.  So when you ride in typcial biker fashion (that annoying side-by-side style, so you can chat), all you do is make it impossible to pass you, and piss drivers off.

So in conclusion, I call upon the words of the great poet Ludacris:

Thank you 

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