I hate the men who deliver food on bikes. They threaten my life. They make me, a daily urban cyclist, an endangered species. As of October 23rd 2017, I had stayed out of harm’s way. Out of the way of crazed looking, crooked-arm texting, boombox blasting, wrong-way riding men who make more money when they ride too fast, take dangerous shortcuts, and deny the danger they create for themselves, their families, and people like me. I know this hatred is…
