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July 29, 2003



It seems almost every night when I'm coming home from work, I almost run over some dumbass on a bicycle in a black shirt, black pants, and that small red reflector on the back. They're just asking to be hit.

Da Goddess

Not only does he have the responsibility of making himself seen...he needs to obey the rules of the road and stick to one lane or near the shoulder. Shame on him for weaving this way and that!


My husband has a similar tale to tell about a jogger who chose to run down the middle of the north bound lane at five in the morning. He dressed in dark colors, and chose not to wear any reflectors. Some people simply have a death wish.

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