Well, here we start. This blog is dedicated to detailing my everyday experiences with harassment on my bike. I had been thinking about this for a few weeks, but last nights trauma set me strait.
I was bicycling home around 11:40 pm on Washington Ave about to turn onto Nicollet Ave downtown. This obscenely large crystal clean hummer limousine passes on my left with a man dangling out the window. He yells....ahem...ready?
"Nice fucking blinker bitch"
Now let's think this though. I'm wearing jeans, pink shirt, front and rear blinkers and helment. wtf? So, of course, like any respectable human being, I flip the bird. what really were my options? well, the bird brought on a chorus of whoops. Sigh.
I turn onto Nicollet angry and pass a sheriff a block down. Fine, I turned around and pulled over the cop and explained the situation "just so you know, I am probably not the only woman they are harassing." Of course, the white male cop appeared mildly disinterested. If only I had a helmet cam. Sigh again.
Is this man slightly related to last week's "red light, makes you horny?" If only there was a fraction of sense in these idiotic calls.
Thus concludes my first blog.
-beauty on a bike-