…at least some of the time.
Linking to an article such as this, on a website such as this, may come across as preaching to the choir. Yes, we all are well aware that riding on the roadway with those pesky automobile can be a very dangerous experience. Itâ€™s serious business.
And itâ€™s also our right as taxpayers. I pay for the creation, installation, upkeep and maintenance of that fucking pavement as much as any other citizen. And, for my contributions, I get access and three feet.
That said, I canâ€™t really not link up an article like this one. It is a very important conversation, and one drunkcyclist needs to part of.
Share the road.
As a quick side note- Hillary Clinton had ruined the word â€œconversationâ€ for me, perhaps for ever. But I canâ€™t really think of a better way to phrase it. And if I avoid the word, Iâ€™ve let Hillary and the Terrorists win.)
Anyway, back to the task at hand.
I was lucky. In 2005, I was knocked down by a car that passed me, then cut me off as the driver turned into a parking spot. I landed on one of my newly replaced knees, and was so concerned about it that I failed to notice a dislocated finger. But what scared me most was the fact that the driver didnâ€™t see me on the ground behind her car and would have backed over me if bystanders hadnâ€™t alerted her to the accident.