I haven't posted on a moron since last summer ... must be getting more tolerant.
But today, ah today.
You were tricked out in red and white, with a Specialized logo prominent on your back. You came up from behind pretty fast on King Street, as I was puttering along on my commute to work. And just past the light, you blitzed by me without so much as an "On your left." I'm fairly confident that my shouted and sarcastic "Passing on MY left" fell on unhearing ears.
And boy, was I irritated. How does someone manage to spend that much money on cycling shoes and socks that match his jersey (and his bike) and not know the most basic of cycling courtesies? I had a pretty decent speech worked out to deliver when I caught you at the next light .... except that I was two car lengths behind when you peeled away.
So, the moron of the week goes to . . . . me, for forgetting that having the best clothing, the best bike and the best gear doesn't mean that you have the best cycling manners.