Triggered By Bicycles

Whenever I see a woman riding a bicycle, or even when I see a bicycle for that matter, I feel a spontaneous flush of horror remembering how some men in a truck drove alongside of me when I was a young woman riding a bicycle, and one of the men leaned out of the window, and he grabbed my ass with his fingers pushing in, and he pulled me along with the truck. The men were laughing hysterically, and they did not care if I fell at truck speed, which is too much for a young woman on a bicycle. I never rode a bicycle again.

I told a girlfriend, a competent professional woman, what had happened to me. She said that after men in a car threw a cup of urine on her while she was riding a bicycle, she never rode a bicycle again. I never told anyone else, until now, because I could not bear to hear anyone else's horrible story.