A kindergarten lesson
The book is full of reminders of good rules to live by such as, "Clean up after yourself," and "Share." Bike racers could really use message such as these.
Here's a scenerio I've lived through many times: A dude asks if they can ride with you to a race. Then, when you stop at a gas station to fill up, not only do they not offer to pay their fair share, they don't even bother to clean the fucking windshield while they're letting you pump the gas. You're doing the driving, paying the insurance, buying the tires and oil and making the payments, you've got less room for your shit due to hauling all their shit, you had to wait for them or go by and pick them up, and then they're gonna make you tell them how much they owe you--like they can't even read the fucking pump and not make you do the collection agency thing. Not only that, but assholes like this are also the ones who leave all kinds of food wrappers and empty Coke cans laying wherever their princely ass was parked.
Here's another: Your teammate has asked if you've got floor space in your motel room. They'll stay there with their shit all over the place, watching the cable, using the shower and towels, taking up space and adding one more normal load of body heat and exhaust to the room, which is more strain no matter how otherwise considerate they may be. Then when they have made you tell them how much their share of the hotel bill will be, they'll give you some form of, "Yeah, I'll get it to you later."
After just such a recent accomodation to a dude who was in need, he had the gall to ask if we needed him to pay a part of the bill. I'm guessing this dude understood that this was not our home we were welcoming him into and that someone was charging us cash for it on a daily basis. So you have to wonder what his point was--did we need him to pay his part. Give me a fucking break, already. Guess what that dude will hear the next time he asks if we have floor space?
I don't know, do these people often tell the waiter at a restaurant that they'll pay for their meal after their race? Do they get to make their rent payment whenever it's convenient? Do they not understand that someone had to dig down and pay for their shit at the time that they used it?
Not much irritates me more than when someone forces me to ask them for the money they know damn good and well they owe. If I'd wanted to do that, I'd have gone to law school.
So here's another rule for Fulghum's book--this one for bike racers:
If you have the cognitive capacity to realize that you need to wipe your ass until the paper is no longer brown after you take a shit, then you have all the brains required to realize that you owe someone money---they have done you a fucking favor, so don't make them ask you for what you owe them or, surprise!, surprise!, that favor won't likely be there the next time. These are words to live by, brothers and sisters. Later.