Our little hacienda sets a couple hundred feet off a busy, albeit dilapidated stretch of Illionizzz highway. They decided to fix it,(after 146 yrs, but who's counting?) Today, in order to get to my Riding Road of recent choice, I had to go through the construction area. The Construction workers were v e r y polite, courteous, waved me right through, and told me to be careful and Watch Out for the Cars. It may have been wishful thinking on my part, but I think I may have detected some Disdain in the Workers' tone upon mentioning the Motorists.
Maybe working on a Road Crew all day with their butts exposed to the imbeciles of the 'Murcan Highway has given them some empathy for the Cyclist; jmt
Our little hacienda sets a couple hundred feet off a busy, albeit dilapidated stretch of Illionizzz highway. They decided to fix it,(after 146 yrs, but who's counting?) Today, in order to get to my Riding Road of recent choice, I had to go through the construction area. The Construction workers were v e r y polite, courteous, waved me right through, and told me to be careful and Watch Out for the Cars. It may have been wishful thinking on my part, but I think I may have detected some Disdain in the Workers' tone upon mentioning the Motorists.
Maybe working on a Road Crew all day with their butts exposed to the imbeciles of the 'Murcan Highway has given them some empathy for the Cyclist; jmt
The other day As I trailed some cars past the SLOW sign, the holder crossed himself and said, "vaya con dios."
Our little hacienda sets a couple hundred feet off a busy, albeit dilapidated stretch of Illionizzz highway. They decided to fix it,(after 146 yrs, but who's counting?) Today, in order to get to my Riding Road of recent choice, I had to go through the construction area. The Construction workers were v e r y polite, courteous, waved me right through, and told me to be careful and Watch Out for the Cars. It may have been wishful thinking on my part, but I think I may have detected some Disdain in the Workers' tone upon mentioning the Motorists.
Out in Seattle, the road workers have always been very courteous to me while I'm on my bike.
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Maybe working on a Road Crew all day with their butts exposed to the imbeciles of the 'Murcan Highway has given them some empathy for the Cyclist;
Probably. From what I understand, the most hazardous job they do is the initial laying out of cones to close off areas/lanes. People "Just don't see them". Bah.
-- Dane Buson - z u v e m b i @ u n i x b i g o t s . o r g It is well known that *things* from undesirable universes are always seeking an entrance into this one, which is the psychic equivalent of handy for the buses and closer to the shops. -- Terry Pratchett, "The Light Fantastic"
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Apes/Apettes;
Our little hacienda sets a couple hundred feet off a busy, albeit dilapidated stretch of Illionizzz highway. They decided to fix it,(after 146 yrs, but who's counting?) Today, in order to get to my Riding Road of recent choice, I had to go through the construction area. The Construction workers were v e r y polite, courteous, waved me right through, and told me to be careful and Watch Out for the Cars. It may have been wishful thinking on my part, but I think I may have detected some Disdain in the Workers' tone upon mentioning the Motorists.
Maybe working on a Road Crew all day with their butts exposed to the imbeciles of the 'Murcan Highway has given them some empathy for the Cyclist;
yes, very much so. papers out here in socal do features on the dangers and frustrations of construction workers--it ranges from threats from inattentive or agressive drivers to out and out hostility (people shouting obscenties at the *workers* as if the *workers* are to blame for their delay).
(sings) "cyclists, hand-in-hand with work zone dudes..."
: Maybe working on a Road Crew all day with their butts exposed : to the imbeciles of the 'Murcan Highway has given them some empathy for : the Cyclist; : jmt
I was riding with a couple of friends one day and we had to stop before we could turn right because a road crew was putting down asphalt in holes in the road. One of the guys turned to us and said, "How far ya gone?" and my friend said, "About 30 miles." the road worker said, "As soon as I get off work, I'll be right out there with ya!"
