Off the seat of a bicycle
Chapter 1999 Intimidated off the road

The police intimidated me off the road in 1999 using the same strategy they used against Gacy.

They had been secretly following me for over a year, but in 1999 they made themselves visible and started telling everybody something vile about me.

Everybody I talked to, they approached that person immediately afterward and threw their stigma on me.

They never made a bicycle charge … despite that being the root of their hate.

They never made a charge or heard it out man-to-man in a court of law. And the simple reason is the State Police and the courts don’t want legal precedent to protect cyclists. It would be political suicide to let bicycles have a ‘say’ over cars because bikes don’t pay for the roads.

But then, to totally insult my life’s work, they sent my friend to tell me, ‘you would’ve lost in court anyway.’ That’s an exact quote from the authorities. They must have been real nervous about me changing car-world for them to come around saying that.

They went around my back telling everybody that I was violent and a sex offender … and did that to protect their elected positions and their drug pay-offs. And buddy, that is the truth standing 15 feet tall.

They told people I was violent without one act of violence ever … except egg throwing and vandalism as a kid.

They told people I was violent even after the judge ordered the state police to hide in the bushes and shoot at me four times across an open field. They shot at me … four times … but told people I was violent.

I don’t even own a gun.

They couldn’t intimidate me with their bumpers and gun shots so they had to find something else. So they told people I was violent and a sex offender.

They ran women at me a minimum of 19 times that I saw. Everywhere I went, a person would show up. They sent either a watcher to stare at me or a girl to run at me.

And I never touched a woman EVER. I never pulled my wanker out except to piss in the back yard. I never even undressed women in my mind. I was under the impression that I respected women up until the moment they started running women at me.

What the fuck is this continual sex-offender bullshit?

Somebody come around and tell me please because I don’t quite get it.

Let me tell you something. For many years … many years … I went to breakfast every weekend with a friend who happened to be feeding information to the police.

My friend talked about women’s breast-size and told me which ones he thought could ‘really fuck.’ He talked about the neighbor lady who mowed the grass in a bikini. He cheated on his wife with whores.

I never talked about that stuff, not that it would bother me if I did. I never cheated on my wife. I didn’t sit around and think about women like he does. I might ogle women or check out their asses and buy dirty magazines, but it’s not a driving force in my life.

I like women and have always had the highest regard for them.
 
And then the authorities tell everybody that I’m a sex offender?

Why? Because I got a hard-evil face or because I look like somebody who ‘could just do anything?’

Did they do it because I spontaneously start conversations with women (and men too)? Or maybe I scare women when I ride a bike on the road and push them out of my lane. Or maybe my verbal loudness makes me seem a total tramp.

To go around telling people that I’m a sex-fiend is an outrageous lie … but coming from the police it has to be expected … because the police will always find some foul idea to force a bicycle activist off the road.

Every bicycle activist says the same thing.

They followed me for at least a full solid year before throwing this hate on me … and therefore they had to know who I was, and knew there was no crime to charge me with. All they had were complaints from car-drivers.

I even paid my taxes. I paid every nickel I owed to the government, and to my suppliers, and to my workers. And then the authorities tried to set me up with insurance fraud and credit card fraud.

They invented a crime called ‘unpopular person,’ and threw it under the umbrella of sex so it would be especially vile and believable to the public.

Who among your friends would ask you questions about that subject once the authorities notified them of something like that? Who among your friends would stand good with you after a sex charge was leveled? The authorities pulled out the sex pistol because they know it banishes you from society.

Yet with all this commotion they never made a single charge what-so-ever other than gossip and innuendo. They never made one fucking charge about sex or anything else. So where the hell is the deviance??

My informer-friend told me later that they just wanted me ‘to act better.’ Oh yes, that’s something you would tell a violent sexual predator isn’t it? That’s probably what they told Gacy isn’t it? We don’t like the way you act John, please stop preying on people.

Hell, they bulldozed Gacy’s house because he was vile to the end of Earth … but I never have been a sexual predator … even so, my friend’s wife told me she would applaud in front of my house if it caught fire. This came from my friend.

My friend said she would applaud in front of my house if it caught fire.

That’s the hate I’m talking about folks. That’s what’s inside every car driver when it comes to bicycles. That’s the simple truth inside people.

They’ll steer their cars at you and cuss at you and threaten you and shoot at you if you act differently than them … and they’ll do it even if you haven’t broken a single law for 26 years.

Bull shit on a shingle that I’m a predator of women … they invented that story because they don’t like somebody who acts like a car driver …

… yeah, I learned how to act by mimicking how car drivers act.

I stood up to car drivers on the road using their own techniques, and I made enemies of every fireman and policeman and judge in the state.

And every fireman and policeman and judge threw their hate on me. They used their position of authority to circumvent due process and equal protection under the law because shooting at me wasn’t enough.

In polite society governed-over by the police and judges, you’re only supposed to act like a car driver when you’re in a car. You’re only supposed to yell at people when you’re in a car. You’re only supposed to get mad and gesture at people when you’re in a car.

I am different. I act like a car-driver in ordinary-world and act like a human being when I drive a car.

When ordinary people are not inside their car, they pretend to be civilized and all careful-like around members of the church. People don’t display their inner self until they get behind the wheel of a car. People don’t bust over the top and threaten members of their church. People don’t shoot your cat in front of you. But they sure as hell do it straight to the face of bicyclists and anybody else who looks different in society.

And those people made up a fucking story about me. They created an imaginary charge of violence without one act of violence. They created an imaginary charge of sexual deviance without one act of perversion.

If somebody wants to look at my ‘rage’ and fit that into a profile that matches deviated sexual norms towards women, then they’re fantasizing.

At least Gacy was a sex criminal … but with me, they were blatantly forcing bicycle activism off the road. That’s a fact.

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