and roads became. The problem with the roads near the airport is that cars are just getting off the highway, so I seemed to be the only one travelling less than 80km/h. In order to get to my terminal I had to cross four lanes of fast-moving cars. I felt like I was playing a game of Frogger , but fortunately I wasn't in a hurry so I waited long enough until there was enough of a gap for me to cross. Then as I was approaching my terminal something bad happened. I was riding on the right shoulder when all of the sudden the road I was on merged with another two-lane road to my right. I was now stuck in between two roads with dozens of cars racing past each side of me. I now had a choice: Stop and back up, shit my pants, or take control. I opted not to shit my pants. That wouldn't make for a very pleasant flight. So I stuck my right arm out as far and as assertively as I could, and forced two lanes of cars to stop for me. Fortunately the drivers were very polite and applied their brakes and then flashed their lights for me to proceed. So I crossed those two lanes of traffic and got over to the right shoulder where I continued to ride right up to my terminal while shaking my head at the airport for providing such a terrible experience for bicyclists. Shame