If the title of this post drew you in because you care about Vehicular Cycling or Cycle Driving or any of those crazy notions about roads being shared without special paint or lanes or infrastructure, you are in for a real disappointment, despite the fact that bikes and roads and cars are nowhere near mutually exclusive. This post is about my stupid brain and its totally unfounded, irrational fears:
Since I have not been buried in concrete, you can expect to see another post here soon. Have an excellent weekend!
Yer Pal,
R A N T W I C K 
10 comments:
At first glance, that thing looked like a menacing evil robot. =)
When I first read your comment I thought maybe you were just being weird... but I "first glanced" it and sure enough, you're right!
This was way more fun than a bicycle infrastructure debate.
Very similar to my fears when a strange dog wanders on to our lawn, only it isn't concrete we're worried about...
You have a good one too, Patrick!
Peace :)
Steve A has strange worries, how he gets a cement truck and dog poop mixed up is beyond reality: Birds fly.
Dog Fart! Welcome back, man! You haven't commented here since early days... although Steve's comment made sense to me. Birds fly? What? I love you, man.
Though, had the cement poured out, you could've struck a heroic pose before it dried, like those statues of generals on their warhorses.
Anon - I would have struck a pose, but I suspect my middle finger may have been immortalized...
OMG ... I have had this same experience.
Also, wow! You are able to control concrete trucks with the power of your mind (and your soothing, soothing, relaxation-tape-narrator voice)! Awesome!
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