Sammamish High School. You're going to be the death of me one of these days. It's damned if you do and damned if you don't. As I've said before; when I bike, I
always assume that drivers don't see me. With the exception of the unpredictable actions of asshats, this generally keeps me from getting mowed over. But then there are the
over considerate drivers, who stop and wait for me to pass when there really is enough time for an entire kindergarten class to cross the road before I get to the critical spot in the bike lane.
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Almost as confusing as this diagram |
That's not the problem. The problem occurs when oncoming traffic thinks the car parallel with me is waiting for them to cross the road and turn left - crossing my bike lane. And they do. Because they can't see me behind the stopped car next to me. And I can't see them because of the stopped car next to me. See the problem? So I'm going, "what the hell are you doing? Am I stopping? Are you stopping? WTF!!!" And then nobody goes for then to everyone going at the same time. It's like an orgie but less fun.
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Be sure not to park your car in a bike lane in Vilnius |
I suppose I shouldn't complain about this. First world problem and all.
Speaking of roadkill. There seems to be an epidemic of dead raccoons. Last week we had our own version of
#raccoonTO on 8th st. A dead raccoon was laying on the road for three days before he/she was removed. I considered getting a candle and write a note, but I'm no copycat. I know most people don't like raccoons, but I do. I think they are cute with their burglar eye masks. Today there was a second dead raccoon in the middle of my bike lane. He was too far away from the first raccoon to be related but he might have been on his way to the funeral - in which case it's very sad.
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Next year's Halloween costume? |
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Or maybe this if it's cold |
I had no idea there was such a thing as a sexy raccon, but this just goes to show that whatever one can think of - there's a sexy version of it. Aaaand I'm not going there today.
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