On this spot, last week, another cyclist was killed by an automobile driver.
His name was Nap Cantwell.
I actually heard this collision take place, and I’ve been just sick about it ever since. It is why I purposely waited at least one week to mention it. Had I written about it the next day, I probably would have … well, let’s just say that I may have been less than kind to the loser piece of shit drivers that infest my neighborhood on a daily basis.
Last week’s death-by-motor-vehicle brings us to … well, I’ve lost count. Honestly. I’ve just stopped counting.
On my way home today, I watched in horror as a woman and her three daughters were nearly run over at Pike and Boylston. This was after they stood at the crosswalk, and watched a 10 car procession drive by before someone even slowed down.
These days, those of us who live in the Pike-Pine area are little more than target practice for Bellevue Brats who think it’s cool to wrap themselves in 5,000lb suits of armor before driving through the big bad city.
If anything has become crystal clear over the years, it is that many, or perhaps most of these folks, just don’t give a damn about the health and welfare of anyone other than themselves. That’s just the lifestyle on that side of the moat.
“Me, me, it’s mine all mine, gimme gimme”, daddy’s C student wants to drink a beer where the bums live, and she isn’t slowing down for some self-important bicyclist or a snot-nosed 8 year-old. After all, Happy Hour’s almost over, and you can’t expect a Greenpeace intern who pays $4.50 for a gallon of gas to pay full price for alcohol. I mean … think about it … she’d have no money left over to buy carbon offsets!!!
Were I to try and find the words to express just how much I truly detest these people, I would almost certainly come up short.
Were there such a thing as Karma, and I doubt there is, but if it does exist … I like to think that all of their futures will be chock full o’ gonorrhea.
Rest in Peace, Mr. Cantwell.
And to whoever puts these memorials up when yet another cyclist loses his/her life in Seattle … thank you for giving a damn. Not many people do these days.