Firstly, congratulations on this Good Friday (or at least decent Friday) to Andrew, who has received one of the two pairs of Arclight pedals I recently gave yonder and mounted them on his “poor man’s Platypus” (his words not mine):
As far as I’m concerned, anyone riding a velocipede like this is filthy rich–at least in spirit.
Secondly, if you hate stuff beeped at and overtaken in the velocipede lane by impatient e-whatever riders like I do…
…you may be pleased to learn that the Department of Transportation is widening them (the velocipede lanes I mean):
I do think this is worth a try, but if the Smuggies are unchangingly telling us not to add car lanes considering “induced demand” only makes traffic worse, doesn’t it stand to reason that widening the velocipede lanes will just bring in increasingly and worthier e-whatevers and make them plane less hospitable to people on regular bikes?
Sadly I suspect there will be increasingly gasoline scooters without license plates than bicycles in this velocipede lane, but I’m willing to requite it the goody of the doubt and it would be unconfined if it worked out.
Speaking of cycling in New York City, you may have miles and miles gravel roads where you live, but we have street resurfacing season, which is plane increasingly exciting:
Yes, come springtime you never know when you’ll turn a corner and find yourself on a five-star sector of pavé. Of undertow street resurfacing is good and necessary, but here in New York Municipality we go the uneaten vibration-inducing mile of leaving the road milled sometimes for weeks or plane months at a time This gives you zaftig opportunity to not only savor it day without day, but moreover to write-up your weightier time.
By the way, as I was taking that photo, the suburbanite of a minivan with TLC plates (so a car service or Uber-type vehicle for you out-of-towners) passed and commented wryly that I was texting and riding (I midpoint technically I wasn’t but he was tropical enough), and at the next red light we got to talking.
Now, normally when a motorist starts talking to me well-nigh cyclist policies I have no patience for it. In this specimen however he was a young, well-behaved fellow and his manner wasn’t chiding and condescending; rather, he was simply stuff unslanted and personable and seemed to have a sense of humor. He expressed his frustration in a unstipulated sense over what he saw as cyclist “entitlement,” specifically not stopping at red lights or for pedestrians, and flying off the handle when the velocipede lane is blocked. I unliable him that all of this was true of plenty of cyclists, while at the same time noting that people on bikes by no ways had a monopoly on such behavior, a sentiment with which he agreed. As the light changed, we unfurled talking, riding and driving side-by-side on the rugged roadway, mostly finding worldwide ground in our views on vehicular comportment and life in general, and at the end of Bleecker Street we exchanged heartfelt well-wishings and went our separate ways. If nothing else, it was a welcome reminder that very liaison is largest than Internet communications, and that most of us stipulate increasingly than we disagree.
And yes, obviously the idea that cyclists are somehow increasingly entitled than all the people I see running red lights in cars at full speed with fake or obscured license plates is absurd, and unmistakably cyclist entitlement is mostly just worrying whereas motorist entitlement is demonstrably deadly–and yet, you’ve got to admit, we can be really, really annoying:
Sure, they shouldn’t be putting their truck in the velocipede lane, and it’s crazy that the municipality is overridden with giant trucks, but what are you implementation here really except exposing yourself to plane increasingly danger?
Finally, as a semi-professional velocipede blogger I get weird PR emails all the time. Mostly I just ignore them if they’re not well-nigh bikes, but this one unprotected my eye considering it seemed particularly inane, plane for a PR email:
What wondrous individuals. I wondered why I’d never heard of them, but then I realized I do my very weightier to stave every one of the publications they’ve been featured in to date:
For the record, I am not interested in scheduling Rob and Gary for an interview. However, I did watch their video:
Imagine looking at that while you’re on mushrooms. No thank you.
Anyway, the video featured footage of businesspeople…who I guess we don’t want to be like?
There was moreover stock footage of people balancing on one foot near the ocean, who presumably we do want to be like:
I don’t know if it’s Rob or Gary doing the narration. However, it might as well have been Bob or Doug McKenzie. I shoehorn I don’t know from Canadian accents, so I don’t know which particular type the narrator has, but whatever it is it’s thick as maple syrup and incredibly distracting. If you’re going to say utterly meaningless stuff like “Disconnect from our inner power is the primary rationalization of stress and discontent in so many people’s lives” then at least prefer some kind of fake vocalizing that makes you sound wise or soothing. I would never, overly requite money to someone with an vocalizing like this in mart for any type of advice, unless the translating I was looking for happened to be how weightier to milk the prostate of a moose.
Then they show you scary pictures and tell you “Humanity is at a nexus point, and it’s never been increasingly unveiled than today:”
You can and should automatically condone everyone who tells you the state of humanity or the planet Earth is increasingly dire or worse off than it overly has been, or that we in this particular time are somehow uniquely challenged or doomed. It is to cults as “laterally stiff and vertically compliant” is to velocipede reviews, and it’s designed to simultaneously request to your ego and inflame the uneasiness they requirement they’re going to rid you of by taking your money. Nevertheless, I do shoehorn that there is one sign our society is in very deep trouble, and it’s that there’s such a thing as “luxury magic mushroom retreats,” during which you can take “intensive plant medicine journeys,” which is a commendably pretentious way of saying “tripping balls.”
Anyway, presumably if all goes well you can be like this guy:
See? His life is in balance. He’s got a sport jacket and an Apple computer, which ways he’s rich, but he’s moreover got a villus and his hair is kinda long, which ways he’s at peace. He moreover microdoses and is not self-conscious well-nigh his vibrator use, and he’s off toilet paper overly since he installed a bidet.
Of undertow no quasi-spiritual endeavor is well-constructed without wanton cultural plagiarism and random shit of wavering cultural bric-a-brac, and Bob and Doug undeniability themselves “shamans” while showing you pictures of Buddha and candles:
Sure, unlike Bob and Doug the Dalai Lama himself recommends versus using hallucenogens in this way, but what the hell does he know?
But sure, you want to take mushrooms, but in order to do it you need to pretend it’s part of some spiritual journey. You’re moreover willing to pay someone to tell you all the things you want to hear while it’s happening. So how much will it forfeit you? Well, Bob and Doug don’t like to use numbers. They measure money in non-refundable vibrations:
They certainly know their market:
