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Originally Posted by Botnst
I used to ride a bike but these maniacs have no mercy. Bicycles are just not part of the mental processing of drivers and so they're invisible except for the crunchy sound.
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I like to encounter the insecure ones, you know, the ones who face oncoming traffic. I like to get about 100 feet in front of them and then act like I'm looking for something in the floorboard as I drift towards them. Their eyes get wide and they usually put their feet down like that's gonna save them. At the last moment I look up in shocked panic, like I've just seen Michael Jackson bend over naked, and I blow my horn. Most of them look like they'll never be the same again.
Just kidding....
