unhappiness is being stuck behind some sloth and watching that same
arrow expire as the sloth doesn't understand that it saves fuel not to
stop every 500 feet. (just barely made an arrow on yellow this morning
when I was able to get clear of the sloth. The sloth of course turned on
red.. It is a NO TURN ON RED right, which is why acceleration from the
previous light is so important.)
> On 2008-05-21, Scott in SoCal <scotte...@yahoo.com> wrote:
>> ...Seeing a "stale" green left turn arrow a block away, nailing the
>> loud pedal, and MAKING the light like a rocket sled on greased rails.
>>:)
Providing there's no cop watching...
> unhappiness is being stuck behind some sloth and watching that same
> arrow expire as the sloth doesn't understand that it saves fuel not to
> stop every 500 feet. (just barely made an arrow on yellow this morning
> when I was able to get clear of the sloth. The sloth of course turned on
> red.. It is a NO TURN ON RED right, which is why acceleration from the
> previous light is so important.)
Worst of all when there's no left green arrow: The jerk in front of you
stays behind the limit line all through the green light and then floors
it to make the turn as soon as the light turns red. Getting TWO of
these jerks ahead of you is enough to make murder of the second person a
justifiable offense.
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Cheers,
Bev
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"I wish I had more time to seek out the dark forces
and join their hellish crusade." -- Clarice
> On Wed, 21 May 2008 07:38:02 -0700, The Real Bev
> <bashley1...@gmail.com> wrote:
>
>>Brent P wrote:
>>
>>> On 2008-05-21, Scott in SoCal <scotte...@yahoo.com> wrote:
>>>> ...Seeing a "stale" green left turn arrow a block away, nailing the
>>>> loud pedal, and MAKING the light like a rocket sled on greased rails.
>>>>:)
>>
>>Providing there's no cop watching...
>
> So what if there was? I didn't exceed the speed limit, and I didn't
> run a red light. I didn't even squeal my tires.
Doesn't "aggressive driving" cover a multitude of sins? Sort of like
"driving while conspicuous".
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Cheers,
Bev
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It is just a bicycle. It is not dedication and bugs
in your teeth and dust and rain and mud. It is not
madness and harmony and glory and rhythm. It is not
muscle and flesh and sweat and lycra and wind.
It is just a bicycle. -- Bianchi
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