You know what they think of us in Milwaukee - Madison is populated with tree hugging, tofu snorting, sandal wearing (winter too), calcified hippies who do not know the 60's are over.
I defend our city, mightily.
Until this week.
Readers of Waxing America know I pedal with the best of them and am the first to protect the interests of bicyclists against aggressive drivers, errant dogs, and dangerous street litter and potholes.
The bicyclists who braved the week's second storm should be taken out and shot. Spare them and the poor driver, when they skid on treacherous streets and slide under the wheels of a truck delivering fresh vegetables. (EDITOR'S NOTE: PAUL WROTE THIS TONGUE-IN-CHEEK - YOU KNOW, A JOKE. IT'S CALLED HYPERBOLE. DON'T GET YOUR UNDIES IN A BUNDLE.)
I will give them a pass on the first storm. Not because it was not forecasted (it was), but because every one gets a little giddy and reckless with the season's first major storm.
As I drove by the bicyclist on University Avenue and then the one on Park Street, it became evident that Milwaukee is right. Madison, as a community, needs some guidance. Confirmation of all this was clear as I headed up Glenway and saw city crews meticulously plowing the bike path at the top of the hill.
Guys, the one hundred block of Standish Court looks like the start of a new ice age, glacier included, and that was before tonight's storm.
As for the idiot on the moped on Mills Street, causing a 28 car back up as he crawled along at 3.7 MPH, I'd like to take the business end of my snow shovel and replace his seat.
None of the bicyclists were wearing those stylish clip-in sandals.