The other day I observed a older gentlemen on a bike, wearing shorts, no helmet, pull the following stunt. The progression of events is from left to right.
You WILL notice the I am waiting, patiently and virtuously, in line behind cars, even though I am turning right. Because there wasn't enough room to REALLY pass safely on the right, although I MIGHT have if I had not known the light was about to turn green anyway.
To clarify, the cars proceeded across the intersection on the green, as did he, so when he cut across that lane, it was in front of a line of cars.
What his royal silliness SHOULD have done, I feel, is waited in line with me. We might have bonded.
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Forgive me if I've mention this before. After work the other day, as I was changing into my cycling (w00t!) outfit, I stumbled a little. It occurred to me that if I fell and hit my head, and died, with my lycra down around my nether regions, The Big Swede might be the one to discover me. So I searched him out, and apologized, in advance.
Later!
1 comment:
Don't remember you ever mentioning the possibilities of falling while changing into your cycling clothes at work. I'm sure the Big Swede appreciated the warning.
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