Specifically, two of you, about an hour ago. You live to ride fast. I guessed about 70-80. Cool! I was pulling out of FatCats, having played decently well (thank you), listening to a podcast on wacky esoteric things, when you very nearly could've died. You were riding so fast that you barely adjusted for traffic turning into the northbound lanes you were occupying. You swerved hard as did I in a millisecond of fate-splitting panic. At the speeds you were going, one or both of you could've died, who knows how badly injured I'd be, or what trauma bystanders would experience.

I sincerely hope your ride was worth it and that you go on to keep two wheels down where they belong. But for the everloving sake of all that is good in this world, maybe stop to consider that you're not the main character and this isn't a PS5. I don't want to see more dead cyclists or more dead anybody. You or me included. Take your TestosterHondas to a closed track or wait until the collapse of civilization to open that shit up. If selfishness like this prevails, you won't have to wait long for that.