If you want to die, I mean really end your life, this is the place ot make it happen. Everyday on my way to work I see people that have to have their car in the bike lane. This guy set a new record 13 times in and out of the lane. In this shot you can almost see all of the car in front of him.
I have been toying with the idea of selling one of our cars, and riding everyday to work. This is the nightmare bike commuters face. Where do you get the guts to commute on a road with no lanes?
Food for thought.
WB.Z.N.
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That van really wants to be a bike.
Yep, bikes are great for commuting, it's the days when you're late due to massive bleeding and trauma that are the bummer.
I've been working out my commute (not getting rid of any cars though-yeesh, what a pinko) and the options are slim:
1.Magnolia between Jim Lee and Apalachee pkwy= please smack me into the ditch with your mirror
2.south Monroe to Gaines= a lane sort of, but south Monroe traffic is idiots from Willkillya county running late to their city job or... well, that's it-and it sucks
3. Meridian through the ghetto to illegal Cascades park cutoff= Meridian through the ghetto ON A BIKE? IN THE MORNING TRAFFIC? and a much bigger ditch
I'm not sure which I'll take yet-but I'll do it and it'll be fun as hell (until the mirror sends me).
I am seriously liking the idea of an "at the brink" W.B. taking photos of people in traffic who are violating sacred space.
come on buddy, I'm with you. THEY are the BASTARDS!
All I know is, everytime I say BASTARDS I feel better.
Magnum, has a tougher commute than I. At least I have the option of the sidewalk and taking Goose Pond to Fern.
Maybe you should drive to my house and then ride from there...Ya bastard.
I'm considering converting my bike to a homeless guy commuter, you've seen these?
If I build up garbage bag and duct tape panniers for front and back and include a large external frame camo pack attached to atop a clear garbage bag of aluminum cans perched on a broomstick back rack...I should be good!
There will be nothing but packing peanuts in the bags (except for the cans; have to keep those) and so if I do go down, it's a soft landing and radical explosion of cans and styrofoam peanuts.
Affixed to the back is a POW flag too, can't forget those boys.
What will save you from the rich, homicidal, white boys with baseball bats?
packing peanuts man, packing peanuts of peace.
Plus, I'm not riding on THAT side of town-Ocala and Pensacola streets are terrifying. And mostly because of how tight the jeans are on the fixed gear hipsters.
Lucky!
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