A couple of months ago, my wife, my son and my friend Charlie and I were riding through Torrey Pines State Beach on a warm Sunday afternoon. It was one of those days when people get kind of silly looking for parking, which is always in short supply. The area is chock full of joggers, people walking their dogs, cyclists, surfers and a lot of cars are hunting around for a place to park. The frenzy to find a parking spot can get so intense... And the cyclists tend to suffer from it.
We were riding downhill on Carmel Valley Road from the Pacific Coast Highway (PCH) along the designated bike lane. Suddenly a woman driving a Volvo station wagon thought she found a parking spot. She zoomed past us, swerved into the bike lane, and slammed on her brakes to get into what turned out to be a non-existent parking spot. Charlie came within an inch or two of smashing into the back of the woman's car. The rest of us learned how to panic stop a bicycle. The thing is, she had absolutely no remorse. Some people in this part of San Diego tend to have a sense of entitlement. This woman definitely did. The inevitable yelling match ensued, and as she drove away, she yelled out to me, "you're just a fat guy on a bike."
Well, I'm a couple of months into my calorie tracking, and I've dropped down to 210 pounds. 60 pounds gone so far. I may have been be fat then, but lady, I won't be fat for long, and you'll always be stupid.
