So you drive around with open containers of various bodily fluids at the ready should the opportunity present itself to exact revenge on your arch nemesis Inconsiderate Bicyclist? I am impressd with your dedication to your craft.
Riding a bike is great because, endorphin rush aside, it keeps you in great shape so girls won't be embarrassed to date you and they'll want to play with your penis once you two get home, thus reducing your stress.
Road rage isn't a big mystery. If I was some fatty cooped up in a tiny Dodge Neon full of empty Jack in the Box bags I'd be angry at bicyclists too.
You're not mad he was going 10mph under the limit -- tons of slow drivers do that every day -- you're mad at your own failures as a sloth-like human being.
Instead of spending all your precious time trapped in your own little isolated climate controlled pathetic world, sell your silly car, shed a few (in your case a lot) pounds and try joining me.
Everybody's in such a hurry even though they're not really in a hurry. Relax.
If you're late, it's your own fault, and the two extra minutes you have to occasionally spend in order to safely pass a bicyclist shouldn't (and doesn't) matter -- you're still just as much of a sloppy bitch when you're five minutes late as you are when you are seven. Don't sweat the small stuff. Just think of it as a random and temporary speed limit reduction. Relax.
Leave a few minutes early and smell the roses. Chill the fuck out. Life is good. There are many more much more pressing issues to get indignant about than this. Relax.
"Sorta" is kinda the same as an 8 on an incline. Come on, lets tell them they're kinda pretty. Its the weekend.
(The Balloon Festival, that's better than any hump day)
After making fun of this I,A, I ended up pissed off at a cyclist doing the same god damn thing on Stark over the weekend.
Squeeze by every car at the red light, then weave right into the middle of the lane as soon as it turns green, forcing everyone to go 15mph below the speed limit. The car behind me ended up in a shouting match with him.
I'm happy to share the road, but that shit goes well beyond sharing.
I can't wait until lane-splitting is legal here in Oregon. The envious/disgusted looks I'll get when I cut to the front of a traffic jam on my motorcycle is going to be priceless.
Riding a bike is great because, endorphin rush aside, it keeps you in great shape so girls won't be embarrassed to date you and they'll want to play with your penis once you two get home, thus reducing your stress.
Road rage isn't a big mystery. If I was some fatty cooped up in a tiny Dodge Neon full of empty Jack in the Box bags I'd be angry at bicyclists too.
You're not mad he was going 10mph under the limit -- tons of slow drivers do that every day -- you're mad at your own failures as a sloth-like human being.
If you're late, it's your own fault, and the two extra minutes you have to occasionally spend in order to safely pass a bicyclist shouldn't (and doesn't) matter -- you're still just as much of a sloppy bitch when you're five minutes late as you are when you are seven. Don't sweat the small stuff. Just think of it as a random and temporary speed limit reduction. Relax.
Leave a few minutes early and smell the roses. Chill the fuck out. Life is good. There are many more much more pressing issues to get indignant about than this. Relax.
(The Balloon Festival, that's better than any hump day)
Talk about entitlement.
Squeeze by every car at the red light, then weave right into the middle of the lane as soon as it turns green, forcing everyone to go 15mph below the speed limit. The car behind me ended up in a shouting match with him.
I'm happy to share the road, but that shit goes well beyond sharing.