Got hit again. Had to get a new front wheel, at least the guy agreed to pay for it up front so we didn't have to call the police. Aside from a bruised knee from a bike landing on it I'm fine though.
It's always the same, some person either turning right or shifting to the right, directly into the bike lane. You don't even need to be able to read to notice it, it's got pictures of a person on a bike and a solid white line separating the two lanes.
It's always the same, some person either turning right or shifting to the right, directly into the bike lane. You don't even need to be able to read to notice it, it's got pictures of a person on a bike and a solid white line separating the two lanes.
Both times I lived in Germany I biked all the time. The first time I didn't even bother getting a drivers license. Then, I'd try to continue it when I moved back to the States. WAY too dangerous.
First of all, there is no real driver education in America. Getting a drivers license is about as hard as buying toilet paper. About as meaningful, too. Germans must complete a FULL YEAR of education with rigorous standards and testing. They virtually all have the same driving habits and style. Then, they pay for the license itself, which ran about $500.00 when I was there. Helps keep the riff-raff out from behind the wheel.
Secondly, they have REAL bike paths. For bikes, and foot-traffic. Not just a few inches "designated" on the side of the 6 lanes of fast moving morons trying to text, put on eye make-up, and road-rage their way home before the neighbors figure out that their 10 year old is a latch key kid.
Last but not least, virtually all of them grew up with bicycles. Their grandmothers ride moped's to the farmer's market. They rode bicycles to school, to the train station, (yes, train station, you know, practical economic travel devices, you've seen them in the movies) and to their friend's house. They know what bicycles are, and how to ride them.
Sorry for the lengthy post, I won't go on to tell the story of the guy I pulled out the window of his friends '76 Rallye Sprint at the stoplight for spitting on me. I was on the bike.
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I hate it when I get on here looking for a particular thread and get so sidetracked checking out out others that I can’t remember what I was looking for to begin with 😫
I hate cold and flu season. I get over a cold that hangs on for a month, feel great for a week and get the flu. Now I'm stuffed up and my ears are plugged. Hate this crap.
In Fumo Pax Money can't buy happiness, but it can buy cigars and that's close enough.
I hate how the flu drags on. And on. Been off all week. Finally made it to work today, luckily on Fridays, I'm the only one here, so no one to bother me and see me moving real slow.
In Fumo Pax Money can't buy happiness, but it can buy cigars and that's close enough.
Backstabbing liars who don't even have the spine to come to us and say it to our face. We go without a lot to keep our rescues fed and taken care of. Someone reported us the the network and said our horses were in bad shape. The lady from the network just visited and found nothing wrong, nothing at all. But she would not give up the name of the lying spineless bltch who made the complaint.
I hate how my hands smell when I wake up. I mean WTH am I doing when I’m sleeping anyway?!
Hemorrhoids?
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Daylight Savings Time. It's like the old Indian saying "Only a White man would think if he cuts 8 inches off the top of a blanket and sews it on the bottom then he'll have a longer blanket."
You can't dispel Ignorance if you retain Arrogance!
I fight insomnia. Nothing works. They gave me meds a while back, but when I woke up from them, I felt like crap. About the only thing that really helps me get more than an hour sleep at a time is Maletonin. But even that has limited effects.
In Fumo Pax Money can't buy happiness, but it can buy cigars and that's close enough.
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First of all, there is no real driver education in America. Getting a drivers license is about as hard as buying toilet paper. About as meaningful, too. Germans must complete a FULL YEAR of education with rigorous standards and testing. They virtually all have the same driving habits and style. Then, they pay for the license itself, which ran about $500.00 when I was there. Helps keep the riff-raff out from behind the wheel.
Secondly, they have REAL bike paths. For bikes, and foot-traffic. Not just a few inches "designated" on the side of the 6 lanes of fast moving morons trying to text, put on eye make-up, and road-rage their way home before the neighbors figure out that their 10 year old is a latch key kid.
Last but not least, virtually all of them grew up with bicycles. Their grandmothers ride moped's to the farmer's market. They rode bicycles to school, to the train station, (yes, train station, you know, practical economic travel devices, you've seen them in the movies) and to their friend's house. They know what bicycles are, and how to ride them.
Sorry for the lengthy post, I won't go on to tell the story of the guy I pulled out the window of his friends '76 Rallye Sprint at the stoplight for spitting on me. I was on the bike.
"If you do not read the newspapers you're uninformed. If you do read the newspapers, you're misinformed." -- Mark Twain
I get over a cold that hangs on for a month, feel great for a week and get the flu. Now I'm stuffed up and my ears are plugged. Hate this crap.
Money can't buy happiness, but it can buy cigars and that's close enough.
Been off all week. Finally made it to work today, luckily on Fridays, I'm the only one here, so no one to bother me and see me moving real slow.
Money can't buy happiness, but it can buy cigars and that's close enough.
"If you do not read the newspapers you're uninformed. If you do read the newspapers, you're misinformed." -- Mark Twain
I know, You're a big dog and I'm on the list.
Let's eat, GrandMa. / Let's eat GrandMa. -- Punctuation saves lives
It'll be fine once the swelling goes down.
Nothing works.
They gave me meds a while back, but when I woke up from them, I felt like crap.
About the only thing that really helps me get more than an hour sleep at a time is Maletonin. But even that has limited effects.
Money can't buy happiness, but it can buy cigars and that's close enough.