Chicken, or Egg?
I admit to some curiosity if it's a chicken or egg sort of thing. Is it that suicidal people take up bicycling? Or does the act of bicycling inspire one to suicidal acts?
Because, really, what could possibly make more sense than bicycling, in the dark, down the wrong side of a residential street, with no reflectors, lights, or even brightly colored clothing on?
Oh, I know! Bicycling the wrong way down a road with a 45 mph speed limit, in the middle of the lane, through a blind double dip hill!
Fuckin' idiots...
ETA: So, this is where I was -- (link in case the embed doesn't work)
I had been travelling north on Broadway, and turned right on Rio Bravo to get to the freeway. It's a pretty good hill, and the speed limit there is 45 mph. There's a flat spot there where the railroad tracks are and in a car, it turns into a visual obstruction. So, I turned right, I was in the right lane, and I'd just changed into the middle lane, so I could get on the freeway northbound, as I got to the top of the hill... and there was a dumbass on a bicycle going probably 30 mph down the hill, who appeared out of nowhere, basically, in the middle of the lane I'd just vacated. If I hadn't... There's no possible way I would have stopped in time.
Apologies to all my bicyclist friends. ;)
Because, really, what could possibly make more sense than bicycling, in the dark, down the wrong side of a residential street, with no reflectors, lights, or even brightly colored clothing on?
Oh, I know! Bicycling the wrong way down a road with a 45 mph speed limit, in the middle of the lane, through a blind double dip hill!
Fuckin' idiots...
ETA: So, this is where I was -- (link in case the embed doesn't work)
I had been travelling north on Broadway, and turned right on Rio Bravo to get to the freeway. It's a pretty good hill, and the speed limit there is 45 mph. There's a flat spot there where the railroad tracks are and in a car, it turns into a visual obstruction. So, I turned right, I was in the right lane, and I'd just changed into the middle lane, so I could get on the freeway northbound, as I got to the top of the hill... and there was a dumbass on a bicycle going probably 30 mph down the hill, who appeared out of nowhere, basically, in the middle of the lane I'd just vacated. If I hadn't... There's no possible way I would have stopped in time.
Apologies to all my bicyclist friends. ;)