Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Sharing



This is why I ride my bicycle almost exclusively on the sidewalk.

Here in lovely Las Vegas, a simple white line painted along the curb side of the road (aka, "the bike lane"), is just not enough to restrain our more adventurous motorists.

Fuck "share the road".   I'm firmly into "share the sidewalk".

I'll take my chances with soft, slow-moving pedestrians any day over errant, multi-ton chunks of rolling steel.

11 comments:

D said...

Lavi - you are the *Man* -

You smote down the puny traffic sign with your mighty bicycle.

Lance would doff his cap in your general direction while I remain in silent awe.

Lavi D. said...

Busted. What gave it away? The tire-marks from the Casino Cruiser?

Um. Would he be "furst" to doff said cap?

D said...

I would have inserted some pseudo-clever "furst" comment but I've been robbed before and the searing anguish still burns.


Yes, Lance would doff his cap as the mighty Casino Cruiser scatters cars and flattens signs.

Fluffy said...

the question is
Were you on the cell phone when you wrecked the sign with your bike?

Fluffy said...

the question is
Were you on the cell phone when you wrecked the sign with your bike?

Lavi D. said...

Come again?

Rock Candy said...

I do apologize for the burn, D. I honestly did not attempt to inflict pain upon you. I was honestly just trying to furst the new array of female anon stalker profiles that seem to have magically appeared.

Yes, I noticed the tire tracks. The more important question is was the bike rider wearing his official t-shirt when vandalizing said sign.

MizFluffy said...

why yes... often.

D said...

Dear MizFluffy,

You're welcome here anytime and often :)

Twice even

Lavi D. said...

...was the bike rider wearing his official t-shirt when vandalizing said sign.

This detail will remain concealed.

Black Heart Candle said...

I believe it a member of the " Derelicts Bicycle Club "


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