bike enthusiast i'm not

but bike rider i am. i rode to work today in a white haze of razor sharp snowflakes. i watched mostly my front tire as every time i looked up to, you know, see that option was quickly taken away by wet sticky snow to the eye. but i trudged on, sticking to main roads as if a moderately plowed north avenue is more safe than, say, something really not safe. north avenue is crumbling under the weight of i don't know what. i used to know where most holes were on my way to work (that one by the evergreen market on damen is my favorite, so perfectly round and ready to take your two front teeth). but damn if north hasn't turned into a mindfield. fortunately i couldn't see a thing. sometimes ignorance is bliss, sometimes blindness is.
the thing is, i hate bike people. or the idea of them because i know plenty and they are fine folks. but don't ruin my judgmental ways with individuals. i don't buy into critical mass because i think it's foolish and naive and, ultimately, hurts more than it helps. there will always be cars. it's fine. brother, we need to live in harmony, not antagonize them into even more apathy. i read something in the reader today about these winter bike riders clubs. i do like that they use it as an excuse to go out when, honestly, no one really wants to. but why make a spectacle of it. just get on your bike and ride. i do it for necessity. you don't see my writing a blog about it