I usually close out my Saturday night by enjoying one of my favorite guilty pleasures. Each Saturday night or I should say Sunday morning at the stoke of midnight a new batch of peoples deepest and sometimes darkest secrets are placed online at Post Secret.
Tonight was no different. As I read through each postcard I am sometimes amused, sometimes saddened. But what I rarely am is shocked. Tonight was one of those rare occasions.
I don't find it to shocking that a driver speaks or writes about their desire to run over a cyclist. All of us cyclist have felt, seen or heard the wrath of a put-upon driver. But I do find it more than a little shocking that someone would profess to these thoughts on their way church. But I guess that's just gods will.