Don't Forget Antarctica

Lucky for me I had my breaks inspected...

There is a war going on here. The campus is a battlefront, if you will. I noticed clues of it since I got here but now I know its in full force. It is not a war fought with knives and spears. Nor is it a war fought with guns and plutonium. Not even a war of words or emotions. This war is a secret war. It goes unnoticed by the faculty and staff, by the parents and the outsiders. It even goes unnoticed to some of the soldiers that fight in it. What war am I talking about?

The Cyclists Vs. The Pedestrians

Barely a day goes by that I don't nearly rocket myself into a pedestrian at a high velocity. The moment goes by quickly. They aren't paying attention, they look up, fear passes directly from their eyes to mine. There is the confused hop and side step. It all comes to an end with the screeching of my breaks.
Talking to people around campus reveals the secret hatred pedestrians have for cyclists. They say we aren't careful enough or that we move to quickly. Cyclists argue that pedestrians aren't observant enough and that they don't know how to respond properly to oncoming bike traffic.

NEVER confuse a cyclist.

Who will win this war? I can't say, it's far too early to tell. I'm just happy to say I'm on the side that is riding on the large pieces of metal, not the side that gets run into. HEH
But today I didn't have a run in with a human. I nearly fell off my bike while PARKING it once and then again when I ran into a chain link fence, while three days ago I flew into a prickly bush at full speed. That was fun. Tricky stationary objects aside, I'm really good at avoiding collisions. Let's hope this luck endures!

I have a FEVER...and the only cure is more COW BELL!!!