Friday, March 17, 2017

Chronicles of an Angry Driver

Chronicles of an Angry Driver 

I remember when I was younger and tried to learn how to ride a bicycle. It seemed interesting back then to balance myself over two wheels; but the fact that it could get me around the block so fast and in such a fun way, I found it fascinating.

Then what was good was destroyed.

I was riding down the block one day, on a day when bicycling on the sidewalks of New York City, was welcomed, I rode around the corner and bumped head on into a person also walking along the sidewalk that I did not see. From then on, that motif of life ended and I lived my life in other patterns, never really bike riding again.

Driving Times

I remember going to take the test to receive my driver’s permit. We all had to take this test to determine our mind-readiness for driving. I got every question right except for one which was about bicycling. I had not known til that day that bicyclists are supposed to obey the traffic laws because I’d never seen a bicyclist do it.


You're driving through a green light and boom, here comes a bicyclist whipping past that you almost hit because they dodged past you as if they were running to catch a train that was about to pull out of the station.

Or, You're in the intersection about to turn left going east bound with another driver also turning left going west bound while other cars going north and south keep moving and a bicyclist coming from east just cuts through the traffic and come in between the two turning left cars almost to have caused a terrible major accident.

Or, You're at a red light and a bus is turning and a young kid looking at his phone while riding to cross the street failed to lift his head to see the bus turn and gets pulled underneath by the bus.


I actually thought about getting on a bike again and moving around NYC. It's great exercise. It can get you around more efficiently then a car.  It keeps you moving. Then I remembered that I am a NYC driver, an angry one at that. It was almost as if the thought just grabbed a travel case and flew right on out of my brain. I can’t seem to erase the residue of all the horror stories I witnessed, almost hitting a  bicyclist who didn’t follow the traffic laws.


So if you are going to be a NYC driver, be careful. It is not easy. You are driving with taxi drivers who will skip two lanes and cut you just short of hitting your car just to get a passenger. You are driving with people who feel like 25 mph in ice and snow is too slow, keeps beeping at you and then angrily drives on the oncoming traffic side just to pass you and speed at 50 mph on the city streets. You are driving with people texting and looking at their phones instead of the roads where a bicyclist is riding down a block going in the opposite way of traffic, past a hidden driveway that also hides the bicyclist from the driver’s peripheral; even worse if looking at the phone and failed to see him.

If you are going to be a NYC bicyclist, the roadways are supposed to be shared, not taken for you to decide I’m gonna ride my bike 10 mph in front of a car, though you have a bike lane and not care; because people with road rage will not take it lightly. Be careful of those drivers in a rush to get where they need to be. And when you decide that you do not have to follow the rules of the road, hopefully a driver under the influence, (my six hour class instructor said every three drivers are under the influence), might not be the one to go through a light unconscious of the fact that they are even driving and hit you, now knowing; or because they were texting and didn’t see you.

We can all ride joyfully in the sun’s rays if we keep each other, bicyclists, drivers, pedestrians, in mind. Confidence may be your strength and you may want to flex the new acrobatic tricks you learned to do while pedaling. Leave that for the parks. The major thoroughfares are really not for that. Neither is it for a person cutting every car while going 90MPH on a road where everybody is trying to keep 55 mph at least and not speed. Let’s keep the roads safe.

The melody of the thoroughfares will still linger on. Just a little bit sweeter. Let’s make the driving and riding experiences sweeter for each other. 

Thursday, March 16, 2017

The Writer is Always Reading . . .Criticism

They say that the writer is always reading and the reader is always writing.  And then you read comments on things you write and sometimes wonder what you did so wrong and it often leaves you discouraged? At least me, anyway. 

I will not be sucked dry by people who make me doubt the things I choose to write about. I will not accept drama served on a plate by those who I support who look at me as if it is a burden because they dislike the fact that just like them, I am on a journey, even if we are not pursuing the same things. I will not allow intruders to enter into my spirit and break me away from my joy because they feel that what I have to offer is not something that interests them.

I too meander through traffic of things that do not benefit my life at all, just because I would want to receive it as effortlessly as I give it. I can’t stop folks from feeling annoyed because I talk about the same thing all the time. You can give a sharp nod of understanding to someone who owns no pets, has no kids, does not really care about toys, Beauty and the Beast, what is on sale at Walmart or baseball bats and still am happy to be exposed to it without feeling as if it is a threat to my day, because I love to read. 

I share my favorite pastime because it is heartwarming for me. I sometimes ache in wanting acceptance. But who doesn’t? I inspire my own faith and hope. But if not me, than who?

You may not realize how hard it is to share what you conceive with the world and hope that it is well received by others, to have ricocheted back in a response, in not so many words, how much of a waste of time it was to do the same thing I do for their journey. But I do it. I sing. I write songs amd I write about my experiences as an entertainer. I am slightly matted into love with the art of it and it gives me deep enjoyment, like a pet lover who loves his dog and shares dog food recipes that I will never feed to a pet that I’ll never have. Yet, I attend to all that is going on because when ideas float freely, you might be inspired by something you saw or read. I don’t wait in open arms to know what great bargains was found at the Dollar Tree, what is going on at a theme park I probably will never visit or about eating the largest hamburger to ever put to a human’s mouth. But I come across it and participate in acknowledging and receiving what it is that is being offered as an unbiased reader because the writer of what is being read, pushed to be their very best and felt that it was something worth sharing.

I write because I love to write. I write because there is a story dying to be written. I write
because it makes me feel human. And I write because that is a part of who I am.

I read because I love to read. I love to jot down ideas. I love to see how someone else phrases something. It is not the topic, it is the writer. It is not the subject, it is the paragraphs. It is not the main idea, it’s the sentences.

This is the life of writing in my opinion. The writer is always reading and the reader is always writing.