But.......................

Bill Bunker — Tue, 29 Jul 2008 22:44:49 -0400

But they are the victim!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! As the Monitor stated that the bicycle loses every time in an encounter with an 'implied' irresponsible motorist. You know, the ones that change CD's or tune their radio or sip their coffee.

You are correct, cyclists are a special interest group. This is because they are so admirable because they are not burning fossil fuels.

And yes, they "sail" through intersections like they have the right of way over cars. The few I know who read my blog piece have told me that I am terrible for picking on people who cycle as it is a "noble" sport.

Well, my answer is that hard work is "noble" and getting to work helps with that. Ten to one, if one ran into a car, the motorist would lose every time in the eyes of the law.

This is going to be a disaster.....thank you Democrats in the legislature!

Thank you, Scott for responding!

Bicycle law???

Scott Ives — Tue, 29 Jul 2008 15:15:43 -0400

A few questions... Will Police now be giving tickets to bicycle riders who fail to yield, change lanes without a proper signal, or sail through lights and stop signs with no regard for the motorists they share the road with? This strikes me as another case of wanting the right but not the attendant responsibility.

What are they thinking????

Back Bikers' Behinds!

C. dog e. doG — Mon, 28 Jul 2008 20:13:16 -0400

Bikers,
Biker babes,
Biker babe behinds,
Biker babe behinds covered in spandex. Now were talkin'! I'm of two minds, understandably - split right down the middle between right brain logic and left brain lust - on this subject of yielding a 3' berth canal around bikers. It has a lot - no, that's not true - it has everything to do with who is biking, where.

On the one hand, if there are a bunch of sweaty, middleage, testosterone-fatigued male Tour-de-Fraude wanna-bees out in front of me, and I'm rushing off to the nearest Dunkin' Donuts in my SUV to get my frost-coated dough and caffeine fix, the last thing I want to do is wait for a newly revamped legal opportunity to pass this snaking mobile road hazard. I got nothin' against Patrick Swazey ridin' his bony butt on a white pony, it's just not my cup of tea, 'specially at 5:30 in the morning. Get stuck on the wrong road at the wrong time, and I might be looking at these unappealing posteriors for 10, 15 minutes at a whack. That's a life time when I want my maypo donut!

Just how and where am I supposed to pass these masses of asses? Let's do some simple math for the numerically challenged Concord Ninny Nannies. Most roads 'round here are about 9 - 10' wide per side. In the best of scenarios involving male riders, I encounter only the svelte narrow-of-hip and skilled biker pack riding only about a foot from the pavement edge. They're about 18" wide, then we add the 3' berthing canal, and finally the car's width of ~ 6 and a half feet. Hmmm. 1 + 1.5/2 + 3 + 6.5 = 11.25'. Now, back when I took me my "public" school ciphering classes during the Michael Evans epoch, I done learned that 11.25' > 10'. That pesky math keeps rearing its ugly head, doesn't it, Mikey. I've also been told by my favorite men in blue never to cross a yellow line, be it single or double, 'cause that's "breakin' the law, breakin' the law, bad boy". You can also verify this by asking your car insurance agent who pays the bill should there be an accident and your car is the one that encroaches upon this hallowed ground. Sooo, how the hell am I suppos'd to pass me that passel of "sveaty" male bikers in their "sveaty" lycra shorts? Help me out, Concord Monitor! Sick your deviant offspring, The Concord Insider, on the powers that be. Or maybe you could hire a new-age mathematician who could perform some high flutin' mental gymnastics to prove you can fit a 6.5' wide car into a 5.25' wide space (for Mikey: 10 - 1 - 1.5/2 - 3 = 5.25). Until that happens, I guess I'll drive my SUV 10 - 15 mph in the wake of the bikers. I hope Governor Milktoast is behind me so I can wave to him in the mirror!

Sooo, back to the lemonade side of the lemonade stand. Sometimes I'm lucky, not often, but gear shift happens on occasion out there on the formerly open road. I wind up behind a bunch of beautiful biker babe behinds bouncing merrily along our bumpy roads - one of the few times I find such roads a blessing. Before the new statute, I always hesitated while vacillating whether to stay behind their behinds for "safety's sake", or be a good samaritan to those in cars and SUV's following me and pass the pack of panthers (a/k/a cougars). Meoow! Thank God, or some other deity or non-deity you may or may not pay homage to, for the more curve-linear profile of the female form stuffed ever so tightly into their unnatural skin casings like so many Fenway Femme-fatale Franks, thereby necessitating an even wider bandwidth for auto-passing and -arousal. Thank you, state reps, thank you, Milktoast, thank you, God. I now have your collective permission, nay, your ringing endorsement to lear at their bottoms for a seeming eternity. Humbert Humbert got nothin' on me now. Beep, Beep, move over honey, let the Nanny Fanny State take over.

- Blissfully balancing hot black coffee in my lap while drivin' my hummer behind the bottoms of New Hampshire,
C. dog e. doG

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Bill Bunker — Sat, 26 Jul 2008 16:06:33 -0400

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