Facepalm: Bike lanes in my home city.

[Raynine]

They are building bicycle lanes in my home city. On would assume it is for safety and the environment that favors non internal combustion engines. Ok, I get that, but this leads to bizarre unforeseen outcomes.

The age of the urban electric imbecycle is upon us. I do not drive my car into the city unless I have no choice. With advancing battery technology everything is electrified these days, and an unintended consequence will be the Darwinist reduction of low intelligence one idiot at a time. As a long-term traditional cyclist, I know I will suffer the pent-up rage of drivers who encounter me outside the city. I try to keep to the right and stay on rural roads, but I know what is coming. There is no wrath like a driver scorned and cut off by a nit wit on two wheels that can travel at highway speeds.

The new technology is also encouraging elderly disabled citizens to mount four wheeled versions of what I call moronomobiles and hit the open roads during rush hour. It used to be that if grandpa couldn’t walk far, he would feed the pigeons in a park. Now he’s steering an electric contraption in free-wheeled bliss in and out of bumper-to-bumper traffic often without a helmet.

If you add to that the screens in cars and the screens on the phones in cars, you have a recipe for possible pinball demolition that is getting more likely by the year. Why didn’t I go to law school and become a personal injury lawyer?

I just want to ride my bike and stay fit. I have enough flashing lights on the bike to qualify for an emergency vehicle. But still drivers curse me and some roll coal on me in diesel pickup trucks. I have no good answer to give them. I could go offroad, but Lime disease, Eastern Equine Encephalitis and flesh-eating bacteria are no prize either. I don’t want someone to find my bones at the bottom of a ravine fifty years from now.

The local city councilors do not look like the fittest people in town, so bike lanes make sense to them. But we all know legislation will be coming after some predictable carnage. That legislation will no doubt make it more expensive for me to ride my bike.

 

[Muhammed]

The new technology is also encouraging elderly disabled citizens to mount four wheeled versions of what I call moronomobiles and hit the open roads during rush hour. It used to be that if grandpa couldn’t walk far, he would feed the pigeons in a park. Now he’s steering an electric contraption in free-wheeled bliss in and out of bumper-to-bumper traffic often without a helmet.

Perhaps that would be better than grandpa driving a Corvette.

 

[80zephyr]

You must live in Wisconsin.

 

[White 6]

Perhaps that would be better than grandpa driving a Corvette.

My grandmother was totally blind in one eye. When she finally retired, (between the ages of 65 and 70) she traded in her little blue Ford Falcon.

She paid cash out of her 3 teaching pensions from 3 different states, buying 1969 Pontiac GTO, dark green w/black vinyl top, black on black interior, 400 / 4 barrel performance engine, wide tires, on mag wheels, right off the showroom floor.

It was the scariest riding, I ever rode. Nothing passed grandmother. She kept a death grip on the steering wheel, leaning forward with her one good eye, no depth perception, and was almost constantly alternating between gas and break. I rode with her all the way to Michigan and back It was what made me start wearing seatbelts. She did finally total it, in a ditch, but not with me in it. She then went back to compact cars. But, grandmother was one badass granny for a year or two.

 

[Raynine]

My grandmother was totally blind in one eye. When she finally retired, (between the ages of 65 and 70) she traded in her little blue Ford Falcon.
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She paid cash out of her 3 teaching pensions from 3 different states, buying 1969 Pontiac GTO, dark green w/black vinyl top, black on black interior, 400 / 4 barrel performance engine, wide tires, on mag wheels, right off the showroom floor.
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It was the scariest riding, I ever rode. Nothing passed grandmother. She kept a death grip on the steering wheel, leaning forward with her one good eye, no depth perception, and was almost constantly alternating between gas and break. I rode with her all the way to Michigan and back It was what made me start wearing seatbelts. She did finally total it, in a ditch, but not with me in it. She then went back to compact cars. But, grandmother was one badass granny for a year or two.

I remember your granny:

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[White 6]

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Amazing similar to my skinny lil old grandmother, even wear a little hat, but without the feathers. Too conservative for feathers.

 

[Muhammed]

My grandmother was totally blind in one eye. When she finally retired, (between the ages of 65 and 70) she traded in her little blue Ford Falcon.
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She paid cash out of her 3 teaching pensions from 3 different states, buying 1969 Pontiac GTO, dark green w/black vinyl top, black on black interior, 400 / 4 barrel performance engine, wide tires, on mag wheels, right off the showroom floor.
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It was the scariest riding, I ever rode. Nothing passed grandmother. She kept a death grip on the steering wheel, leaning forward with her one good eye, no depth perception, and was almost constantly alternating between gas and break. I rode with her all the way to Michigan and back It was what made me start wearing seatbelts. She did finally total it, in a ditch, but not with me in it. She then went back to compact cars. But, grandmother was one badass granny for a year or two.

My father got lost on the way to Thanksgiving dinner in his 2022 ZR1 Corvette. That thing just had a ridiculous amount of horsepower. I think it was over 900hp or something.

 

[Leo123]

Perhaps that would be better than grandpa driving a Corvette.

HEY! I'd like to resemble that remark!!

 

[White 6]

They are building bicycle lanes in my home city. On would assume it is for safety and the environment that favors non internal combustion engines. Ok, I get that, but this leads to bizarre unforeseen outcomes.

The age of the urban electric imbecycle is upon us. I do not drive my car into the city unless I have no choice. With advancing battery technology everything is electrified these days, and an unintended consequence will be the Darwinist reduction of low intelligence one idiot at a time. As a long-term traditional cyclist, I know I will suffer the pent-up rage of drivers who encounter me outside the city. I try to keep to the right and stay on rural roads, but I know what is coming. There is no wrath like a driver scorned and cut off by a nit wit on two wheels that can travel at highway speeds.

The new technology is also encouraging elderly disabled citizens to mount four wheeled versions of what I call moronomobiles and hit the open roads during rush hour. It used to be that if grandpa couldn’t walk far, he would feed the pigeons in a park. Now he’s steering an electric contraption in free-wheeled bliss in and out of bumper-to-bumper traffic often without a helmet.

If you add to that the screens in cars and the screens on the phones in cars, you have a recipe for possible pinball demolition that is getting more likely by the year. Why didn’t I go to law school and become a personal injury lawyer?

I just want to ride my bike and stay fit. I have enough flashing lights on the bike to qualify for an emergency vehicle. But still drivers curse me and some roll coal on me in diesel pickup trucks. I have no good answer to give them. I could go offroad, but Lime disease, Eastern Equine Encephalitis and flesh-eating bacteria are no prize either. I don’t want someone to find my bones at the bottom of a ravine fifty years from now.

The local city councilors do not look like the fittest people in town, so bike lanes make sense to them. But we all know legislation will be coming after some predictable carnage. That legislation will no doubt make it more expensive for me to ride my bike.

Speaking to you bike lanes thing, I have nothing against bike lanes. But, maybe it is living in the south, or maybe just this town, but bike lanes and bike lights don't solve the Southern Asshole problem. I ride my bike around here, when temp is right. I have had cars intentionally run me off the road, even brushing me. A friend of my brother, got intentionally bump while all the way in gutter, (impossible to get further off the lanes), totalling the bike, end over end, him and bike landing in somebody's yard, multiple broken bones, lots of stitches. The asshole in the pickup truck didn't even stop. It is dangerous on the city streets of Jackson, and they have been adding bike lanes here. I have no problem with bike lanes, but they do not solve that problem. Here in the north end of town, I ride on the sidewalk, when I can, as there are never people walking on it out here, and nobody jumps the curb to get you on the sidewal, as it will mess up your alignment. The other thing I do, is wear my shoulder holster, locked and loaded. If I survive the on purpose hit, and they try to keep going, I fully intend to put 15+1 rounds into the fleeing car, aiming for the driver with 126 grain personal defense rounds.

 

[White 6]

They are building bicycle lanes in my home city. On would assume it is for safety and the environment that favors non internal combustion engines. Ok, I get that, but this leads to bizarre unforeseen outcomes.

The age of the urban electric imbecycle is upon us. I do not drive my car into the city unless I have no choice. With advancing battery technology everything is electrified these days, and an unintended consequence will be the Darwinist reduction of low intelligence one idiot at a time. As a long-term traditional cyclist, I know I will suffer the pent-up rage of drivers who encounter me outside the city. I try to keep to the right and stay on rural roads, but I know what is coming. There is no wrath like a driver scorned and cut off by a nit wit on two wheels that can travel at highway speeds.

The new technology is also encouraging elderly disabled citizens to mount four wheeled versions of what I call moronomobiles and hit the open roads during rush hour. It used to be that if grandpa couldn’t walk far, he would feed the pigeons in a park. Now he’s steering an electric contraption in free-wheeled bliss in and out of bumper-to-bumper traffic often without a helmet.

If you add to that the screens in cars and the screens on the phones in cars, you have a recipe for possible pinball demolition that is getting more likely by the year. Why didn’t I go to law school and become a personal injury lawyer?

I just want to ride my bike and stay fit. I have enough flashing lights on the bike to qualify for an emergency vehicle. But still drivers curse me and some roll coal on me in diesel pickup trucks. I have no good answer to give them. I could go offroad, but Lime disease, Eastern Equine Encephalitis and flesh-eating bacteria are no prize either. I don’t want someone to find my bones at the bottom of a ravine fifty years from now.

The local city councilors do not look like the fittest people in town, so bike lanes make sense to them. But we all know legislation will be coming after some predictable carnage. That legislation will no doubt make it more expensive for me to ride my bike.

Speaking to you bike lanes thing, I have nothing against bike lanes. But, maybe it is living in the south, or maybe just this town, but bike lanes and bike lights don't solve the Southern Asshole problem. I ride my bike around here, when temp is right. I have had cars intentionally run me off the road, even brushing me. A friend of my brother, got intentionally bump while all the way in gutter, (impossible to get further off the lanes), totalling the bike, end over end, him and bike landing in somebody's yard, multiple broken bones, lots of stitches. The asshole in the pickup truck didn't even stop. It is dangerous on the city streets of Jackson, and they have been adding bike lanes here. I have no problem with bike lanes, but they do not solve that problem. Here in the north end of town, I ride on the sidewalk, when I can, as there are never people walking on it out here, and nobody jumps the curb to get you on the sidewal, as it will mess up your alignment. The other thing I do, is wear my shoulder holster, locked and loaded. If I survive the on purpose hit, and they try to keep going, I fully intend to put 15+1 rounds into the fleeing car, aiming for the driver with 126 grain personal defense rounds.

 

[DGS49]

The city of Pittsburgh recently had a mayor who was very supportive of bike lanes, and they were added to places that seemed logical to me, but with some rather bizarre "endings." The bike lane ends in a spot where it would be dangerous to continue riding a bike. In most cases they are in streets that are not big enough for two auto lanes, so the bike lane is not a big deal. Still, I always ride as though everyone else on the road is out to get me, so I like them.

 

[cnm]

The city of Pittsburgh recently had a mayor who was very supportive of bike lanes, and they were added to places that seemed logical to me, but with some rather bizarre "endings." The bike lane ends in a spot where it would be dangerous to continue riding a bike. In most cases they are in streets that are not big enough for two auto lanes, so the bike lane is not a big deal. Still, I always ride as though everyone else on the road is out to get me, so I like them.

They need suspension wrecking protection of some sort.

 

[Jarlaxle]

That's a speedbump.

 

[The Duke]

They are building bicycle lanes in my home city. On would assume it is for safety and the environment that favors non internal combustion engines. Ok, I get that, but this leads to bizarre unforeseen outcomes.

The age of the urban electric imbecycle is upon us. I do not drive my car into the city unless I have no choice. With advancing battery technology everything is electrified these days, and an unintended consequence will be the Darwinist reduction of low intelligence one idiot at a time. As a long-term traditional cyclist, I know I will suffer the pent-up rage of drivers who encounter me outside the city. I try to keep to the right and stay on rural roads, but I know what is coming. There is no wrath like a driver scorned and cut off by a nit wit on two wheels that can travel at highway speeds.

The new technology is also encouraging elderly disabled citizens to mount four wheeled versions of what I call moronomobiles and hit the open roads during rush hour. It used to be that if grandpa couldn’t walk far, he would feed the pigeons in a park. Now he’s steering an electric contraption in free-wheeled bliss in and out of bumper-to-bumper traffic often without a helmet.

If you add to that the screens in cars and the screens on the phones in cars, you have a recipe for possible pinball demolition that is getting more likely by the year. Why didn’t I go to law school and become a personal injury lawyer?

I just want to ride my bike and stay fit. I have enough flashing lights on the bike to qualify for an emergency vehicle. But still drivers curse me and some roll coal on me in diesel pickup trucks. I have no good answer to give them. I could go offroad, but Lime disease, Eastern Equine Encephalitis and flesh-eating bacteria are no prize either. I don’t want someone to find my bones at the bottom of a ravine fifty years from now.

The local city councilors do not look like the fittest people in town, so bike lanes make sense to them. But we all know legislation will be coming after some predictable carnage. That legislation will no doubt make it more expensive for me to ride my bike.

"Imbecycle", I like it.
Them HOA subdivision people sure do give me the stinkeye as I go by them in the road on my "imbecycle".
Look, one day I was pedaling along at a decent clip, and this young black kid whipped past me like I was standing still and totally silently, I have cracked the code as to how that's done now. He gave me plenty of room. It's the imbecycles.