For a second, let's talk about another oppressed minority: riders. You don't know how many times I've looked a driver in the eye while they turned into my right of way.
When this country elects a bike rider for president, well then, this will truly be a free nation.
Until then, videos like these make me feel like I need to step out and have a cigarette.
I promised loved ones I would never participate.
(At least that's what I said.)
The mornings have turned bitterly cold. I have the rather facile option of driving my heated car to work.
But the click of the chain calls to me, and I move irresistibly toward it.

YOU ARE NOT A CAR.



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