Do I ride my bike because I love the smell of exhaust?

Yeah, right.

Do I ride my bike because I wish I had a car?

No, I have a car. It sits in my driveway, leaks water on the driver side, chiefs gas like my sister smokes a pack a day.

No, I ride my bike because I love to get honked at. That’s a fact. Cars drive by 45 miles an hour, rev their engines to try to get attention. And I yell, because bikes are smaller than cars and the streets are mine just as well as they’re yours.

So go around me or wait because I feel like riding slow today. Go around me or wait because even though cars get me where I want to go faster, my bike gets me where I want to go.

And I earned it.

Reach Ryan W. Hunton at news@chherald.com.