I attended the “tax the bikes” meeting Oct. 7. It was a fairly large crowd and I had to sit toward the rear of the room, so I wasn’t able to hear everything being said. But there was a gentleman (I assume) not in favor of the attempt to register bicycles with a tax (or should we say a registration fee?) applied. He seemed to be making some favorable comments according to the crowd’s reactions.
He must have been getting under Carl Rogers’, Lee Hawkins’ and Emory Dunahoo’s skin because they called time on him (he didn’t seem to have been up there that long to me). But he didn’t want to sit down before finishing, and it was the audience’s desire as well. So the security officers had him take a seat anyway. Then he must have said something to offend the officers’ ego for they proceeded to escort him out. I hope he didn’t get tasered or anything.
I took up biking about 10 months ago, not for exercise, health or anything like that. I got my bike just to irritate the people in cars who need to get somewhere on time, like a funeral, work, wedding, pick up booze, etc. Can’t figure out why they can’t estimate the time to actually get there, then leave just a little earlier, just in case of a flat tire. Or if they come upon an accident or a checkpoint.
When I’m riding my bike I curse (or as more aptly say, “cuss”) the drivers who don’t follow the 3-foot rule for passing bikes or giving me the one finger salute (when they do that, does it mean their age or their IQ?).
But then when I’m driving my car I curse (or cuss) the biking people, or the seniors, handicapped or whatever. So I, and I hope the bikers, will remember Mr. Rogers, Hawkins and Dunahoo and see if we can let someone else have their turn.
H. Ed Thradgill