Backstory to poem: a cycling friend related an aggressive driver / peaceful cyclist encounter. It took place as a cycling family pedalled to school one morning.
When unsafe actions by careless car driver were challenged by father cyclist, the driver uttered the ridiculous rebuttal: “Why don’t you grow up and get a car!”
That mindless mentality deserved an qual put-down in poetic form.
Let’s swap our seated places,
quit honking horns and pulling faces,
let’s all extend some kinder graces.
Lets both not break red lights,
let’s not trump wrongs, or start fights;
let’s hope there’s never any last rites.
Let’s properly apply brakes and gears,
let’s all admit our faults and fears,
let’s both yield, then signal: “cheers”.
Four wheels good but two wheels best,
left-turning traffic makes me stressed
(make biking mandatory for any test).
We cyclists have no windows, or roof,
we sit tall in saddles but not aloof:
helmeted skulls aren’t shatterproof.
The passionate pedaller’s a go-getter,
we don’t condemn the carburettor –
but in many ways, bikes are better…