Young women are a perfidious subgroup of the combat cyclists: groups of children and old people are rigorously rung away. Or hit.
They like to sit very upright, keep a determined course and always have the right of way. Picture: dpa
Ever since Boris Becker started yammering in public that Babs had hit him, the topic of women and aggressive behavior has been treated in the media as news with news value.
This is not news to me, because I ride a bicycle and am confronted every day with young women who look as if they also brake for animals, but in reality form a particularly perfidious subgroup of combat cyclists. They differ from the common aggro cyclist in that they have no feeling at all for their aggressive riding style – they just want to cycle.
On their weapon of crime, the bicycle, they like to sit very upright, keep a determined course and always have the right of way. No matter how narrow the sidewalk is, which pedestrians have to share with cyclists, they always keep right on it. Instead of brakes, they have a large bell that they operate continuously. Groups of children, tourists, old people, actually everyone who strays onto the bike path is rigorously rung away and, in an emergency, even hit.
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They run red lights, scare pedestrians and speed around in the dark in black clothes without lights. They are also never willing to stop briefly so that someone can pull out, and overtake you in the tightest places, endangering themselves and others in the process. The most recent example is the young woman who was riding one-handed through the rain with a large umbrella, desperately needed to overtake me, bumped into me in the process so that I almost fell off my bike and continued on without reacting.
When I asked at the next traffic light whether she had ever heard the word consideration, she became stroppy. Vehemently she defended her right to move out of the way anyone who might stop her ride.
Now it’s fall and soon I’ll meet the ladies again on the train. I’m already looking forward to their triumphant looks, when they were once again faster than the heavily pregnant woman and were able to snatch the seat away from her.