cyclists rights

A collision in the park

Pairing: Steve, Sam Bucky x Reader

Warnings: none

 

“Is there a reason we run the same path every morning?” Buck sighs as they trail around another pond in Central Park.

“What is wrong with my path?” Steve asks as they make their way down the path.

“Nothing. Nothing.” Buck shakes his head and Steve chuckles at him as they push on.

Typical morning jog, it was something she always did. Some people were just creators of habit, coffee as soon as their eyes open, some people eat frosting out of the container when they’re having bad days, other people never try new foods. This was her habit. A morning jog put everything in order for a good day. At least it should have. She pushes on down her normal path, turning up the volume on her IPod, coming up on the bridge to cross the pond.

Sam heard it before he saw them, “Behind us, on the left.” He almost smirked. Steve and Buck glanced behind them and started moving over.

“Bikers thinking they own the whole path.” Buck grumped.

“Can’t handle a few bikers Buck?” Steve questioned with a crocked grin.

“I wouldn’t want to hurt anyone actually.” Buck smirked back.

“Not to interrupt, but anyone see what is about to happen up ahead?” Sam points forward.

Steve, Bucky, and Sam all slow and see it. A (Y/H/C) is looking down at her IPod as the cyclist head right for her, without hesitation they all picked up speed cutting off the path in hopes to get to her faster. Putting all their soldier training and some super soldier training into moving as quick as they can, Buck decides to try getting her attention.

“Doll!!!”

“Up Ahead!!”

“Hey Miss!!!”

She’s picking her next song, cursing herself for not making that stupid ‘jogging’ playlist her roommate keeps telling her to make. Faintly she swears she can hear someone yelling, are the drunks of NYC even out this early. She looks up just as what looks like an arm flashes right in front of her across her chest and yanks her backwards off her feet.

Her body collides with his and they hit the ground as the group of cyclist whip right past where she was had been jogging.

Ripping out her earbuds she looks up, “Miss are you okay?” A tall blonde is looking down at you offering you a reassuring hand.

“Ummm…” She looks around there is three of them, a dark skinned, tall, and kind looking name is looking down at the man next to her. He’s large, dark haired, and looking quite embarrassed.

“Dang Buck I didn’t think you were going to take her down.” He laughed as the man pushed himself up from the ground.

She takes his hand and he pulls her to her feet, “Again Ma’am I’m so sorry.” Steve apologizes again, looking at Buck and Sam.

“My apologizes doll.” Buck says finally coming face to face with the woman he had taken down. She was brushing the grass and dirt off her legging things. When she finally turned to face him she smiled at him

“Well thank you for the tackle.” She gave a smile and small giggle. “If you hadn’t been so kind to take me down I might have become road kill for those cyclist.” She grinned and rolled her eyes. “They think they own the whole damn path.”

Steve and Sam both exchanged a look and raised eyebrow.

Buck gave a smile “Yes they do, and they don’t care what poor small things they run down either.”

“Thinking I might need to start carrying a big stick with me, take one out as pay back.” She smirked.

“Now that would only be fair.” Bucky smiled.

Aside from some grass stains and a few small bruises, she assured the three gentlemen that she was okay and able to make it home. She even promised to keep an eye out for anymore cyclist, “Maybe I’ll keep my earbuds out this time. Case anyone else tries to flag me down.” She smirked and pocketed her headphones and IPod. She shook their hands and when she said goodbye to the man who took her down to save her from being ran down, she gave him a hug instead. “Thank you again.” She turned and started her way home, only looking back once at the strange men that came to her rescue in central park. The three men she wouldn’t soon forget and slightly hoped she would see again one day.

I always thought it was extreme that the Dutch sometimes swear with infectious diseases, but living here means learning to get around by bike. This has really forced me into this angry defensive mentality. When there’s always a threat of being hit by a car, knocked over by another careless cyclist, having your right of way taken away from you when you’re zooming down the hill, it is almost instinctual to tell someone to “krijg de pest!” (get the plague!)

Idiomatic poetry in motion, my friends.

When Your Doggo 🐶 Goes For A Walk 🚶 🚶 ☀
  • Doggo: *relaxes on the couch, flipping through channels by pawing the remote* THE PROGRAMS ON THIS MOVING IMAGE BOX ARE ALL INSUFFERABLY INANE. I HOPE MY HUMANS RETURN HOME SOON. I DO NOT THINK I CAN TAKE MUCH MORE OF THIS BANALITY.
  • Doggo: *flips to the local news*
  • Newscaster: Reports of a man in a cartoon wolf suit harassing and attacking random people have increased in the last week. Two men in the lower east side of the city claim to have been attacked by the man and they're saying that this wolf is nothing to bark at.
  • *cuts to an interview*
  • Drunk Man 1: You recording?
  • Someone Off Camera: Yeah, it's rolling.
  • Drunk Man 1: Oh shit!
  • Someone Off Camera: Please, try not to cuss.
  • Drunk Man 1: Fuck, sorry. It's just-
  • Drunk Man 2: *barges onto camera and pours beer over self* We beat the FUCK out of that dude! Whoop whoop! I don't care who the fuck you are: wolf man, clown, fucking draculas, you come out of the woods looking at me weird you're getting your dirty ass bea-
  • *cuts back to newscaster*
  • Newscaster: Uhm... many residents of the city have dubbed this furry attacker as the Third-Eyed Wolf. Currently, the Third-Eyed Wolf is still at large. Authorities are advising everyone to remain vigilante and *TV turns off*
  • Doggo: THIRD-EYED WOLF? IMPOSSIBLE. AN IMPOSTOR. I HAVE TO VISIT THIS NEWS FACILITY AND MAKE THEM FIX THEIR ERROR.
  • Doggo: *walks up to the apartment door, stares up at it and takes in how large it is* ...DARN. THIS TINY DOG'S BODY WILL DO ME NO GOOD.
  • Doggo: *glances over at an open window* SALVATION.
  • Doggo: *hops onto the windowsill, and hops out of the window, fall is cushioned by a garbage bag below*
  • Doggo: *walks to the front of the apartment complex and spots a cyclist*
  • Doggo: *walks in front of the cyclist's pathway*
  • Cyclist: *breaks* Whoa! I almost hit you, puppy. Aren't you cute!
  • Doggo: *wan* *wan*! I AM NOT CUTE, HUMAN. YOUR FATHER WAS DISAPPOINTED IN YOU. YOUR WIFE IS UNFAITHFUL. YOUR LIFE IS A WASTE. ABANDON YOUR PEDDLING DEVICE AND WALK INTO TRAFFIC.
  • Cyclist: Guh, y-you're right. Nothing matters. *drops bike, walks into traffic*
  • *cars swerve trying to avoid the cyclist*
  • Doggo: *hops onto the fallen bicycle* ...MY SMALL PUPPY BODY WILL NOT BE ABLE TO OPERATE THIS DEVICE.
  • Cyclist: *still walking through traffic, only narrowly avoiding being hit*
  • Doggo: HUMAN, RETURN. YOUR MISERABLE LIFE HAS SOME WORTH YET. I AM IN NEED OF YOUR ASSISTANCE.
  • Cyclist: *turns to look at doggo* Huh? Me?
  • Cyclist: *gets hit by a truck*
  • Doggo: ...DARN.
  • Passerby: *screams as she watches the cyclist get hit*
  • Doggo: *wan* *wan*! EVERYONE CAN SEE THROUGH YOUR SHALLOW FEIGNED CONCERN. YOU'RE IMPRESSING NO ONE. YOUR LIFE IS AS EMPTY AS YOU THINK IT IS, AND EVERYONE KNOWS THAT. ANY AND ALL INTERACTIONS WITH YOU ARE ACTS OF PURE PITY.
  • Passerby: *gets teary eyed* Really?
  • Doggo: ABSOLUTELY. NOW MOUNT THIS PEDDLING DEVICE AND TRANSPORT ME TO THE NEWS FACILITY.
  • Passerby: *sits on the ground* I don't think I want to. I just want to sit here and waste away.
  • Doggo: YOU CAN DO THAT ON YOUR OWN TIME. NOW, I NEED YOUR HELP.
  • Passerby: What help am I? You can find someone much better than me to help you. I never even learned to ride a bike. I just want to curl up and die.
  • Doggo: ...DARN. YOU GO WALK INTO TRAFFIC TOO THEN.
  • Passerby: I don't want to. I don't even deserve to be smashed across a car's window like a fly. I just want to sit here until I starve.
  • Doggo: YOU ARE BEING OVER DRAMATIC. PATHETIC. PERHAPS I AM TOO GOOD AT THIS.
  • *an ambulance shows up*
  • Doggo: CLERICS?
  • *EMTs rush out of the ambulance to tend to the cyclist*
  • Ambulance Driver: Looks gruesome, jeez.
  • Doggo: *wan* *wan*!
  • Ambulance Driver: Hey there, little puppy! What are you doing in the street, bud? It's dangerous.
  • Doggo: YOU HAVE A MASS GROWING IN YOUR BRAIN. IT IS TERMINAL. EVEN IF YOU GET SURGERY, YOU WILL DIE FROM IT. FURTHERMORE, YOUR DAUGHTER WON'T EVEN CARE MUCH ONCE YOU ARE GONE.
  • Ambulance Driver: *sweats nervously* You can't possibly know that. I don't have a mass in brain.
  • Doggo: YOU ARE RIGHT. I CANNOT POSSIBLY KNOW. HOWEVER, I DO KNOW WHAT IS ON YOUR MIND. THE MIGRAINES, THE LIGHTHEADEDNESS, IT BOTHERS YOU. DID YOU KNOW THAT MOST PEOPLE WHO SUFFER FROM THOSE SYMPTOMS HAVE TERMINAL CANCER? ALSO, YOUR DAUGHTER'S ALOOFNESS IS NOT JUST A "TEENAGER THING". SHE HATES YOU. THE RESULT OF BAD PARENTING. SHE SHOULD HAVE STAYED WITH HER MOTHER. DRIVE YOUR VEHICLE INTO YOUR FRIENDS OVER THERE.
  • Ambulance Driver: *revs engine*
  • Doggo: ON THE OTHER HAND, DO NOT. I NEED YOUR ASSISTANCE. DRIVE ME TO THE NEWS FACILITY. THEN RUN PEOPLE OVER.
  • Ambulance Driver: *opens passenger door* Absolutely.
  • Doggo: *hops inside the ambulance* GOOD. MAKE HASTE.
  • *ambulance drives off*
  • Me: *walking back to the apartment complex with my roommate*
  • Roommate: So, are you feeling better now.
  • Me: No, I think I'm feeling worse knowing that my roommate is a complete sociopath!
  • Roommate: *nearly trips over passerby on the sidewalk* Watch where you're sitting, you homeless bum! I could've gotten hurt.
  • Passerby: ...
  • Roommate: The city should do something about these vagrants. Like, I can feel property values dropping just looking at them.
  • Me: *looks at the accident in the street* Jesus, what happened?
  • Roommate: Looks like some kind of car accident. Who cares, it's not like it's any of our business.

So this morning I went for a run in Prospect Park. Got my earmuffs on over my headphones because it’s cold as hell, and I’m on one of those wide roads that’s blocked off to cars and marked just for cyclists and pedestrians.

Anyway, I’m jogging along and suddenly a car zooms by me in the cycle lane, with a cyclist riding right beside it. I’m not really awake so it doesn’t strike me how weird that is until I see that the driver’s side window is down and a woman is leaning out of it, screaming at the cyclist. I can’t hear anything but I assume he did something to piss her off on the main road, he diverted down to this car-free road, and she was mad enough to follow.

They’re about 30 feet ahead of me when I see the most beautiful thing I’ve witnessed since I moved to New York: without stopping, the cyclist unscrews the cap from his water bottle and with a flick of his wrist, flings water directly into the window and onto the woman’s face.

She veers off the road and stops, he keeps going, and then, because humans are not cats and don’t take getting sprayed with water as a learning experience, she started up again. He veered off onto a side street - a narrower one that is very clearly just for cyclists and pedestrians - and damn it if she didn’t follow him down it in her little Toyota sedan.

By this time people are starting to notice. A couple of other cyclists that were riding by stop and turn around to follow them. I tried to look after them to see what happened but I lost them. Damn their wheels.

Anyway, New York, lol.

anonymous asked:

I think it was Minneapolis that turned some of their old rail into bike paths.

That has been a very popular way to re-use railroad tracks. Rail trails are former railway lines that have been converted to paths designed for pedestrian, bicycle, skating, equestrian, and/or light motorized traffic. Most are multiuse trails offering at least pedestrians and cyclists recreational access and right-of-way to the routes. See a list here.

Dakota Rail Regional Trail

Originally posted by riccionefixed