Hard to argue with Emma Woolley when she urges those of us who cycle to, basically, not be dicks.
So.
The three guys who blew past me at about quarter after six this evening, westbound on Queen at Shaw, while the streetcar’s doors were open? This means you. Last one actually missed a couple of people getting on the streetcar by about an inch.
What do you think Team Ford would do if you’d actually hit someone?
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