Huh, I thought it was a horror show.
Huh, I thought it was a horror show.
Indeed, that's the last line in the colregs:
"If in doubt, the larger vessel has the right of way."
Same as me. I've been biking for 17 years and haven't broken a thing.
My boss was passed by a bus too close, the last thing he remembered seeing was "Goodyear" rolling by, almost touching his face, and then he was in the hospital a couple of days later. It took them four hours to get him off the bridge. He's got a lot of scars.
Okay, when I did an analysis of US stats last year, I found that cyclists are:
1% of traffic
2% of traffic injuries and fatalities
You're more likely to get seriously hurt when you get into an accident on a bike. That's just obvious, since you're cruising around in nothing but skintanium. There's no way -- none -- that a bike is going to come out ahead in a collision with a motorized vehicle. A fight with someone that's got 20 pounds on you is one-sided, so imagine a fight against someone that's got 2 tons on you and is made out of steel. This is why, when I bike, I assume that I never ever, under any circumstances ever, ever think that I have the right of way. A bike never has the right of way. I say this because of the laws of physics -- if a delivery van blows a stop sign and t-bones you, he can hose down his van and get back to work tomorrow. If you're really, really lucky and you have good medical care, you might be able to pee on your own in a couple of months. So whose fault is it? Who cares? As the cyclist, you're always "all in" when you're biking, so you always assume that every accident is your fault.
I started biking to school 17 years and 90 pounds ago. I bike to work 4/5 days a week unless it's snowing. (I don't bike when it's snowing; it's too dangerous with the cars out there, and on Thursdays I jog in.) In all that time, I've been hit one time. A woman on a road bike that was drafting behind me. A car was approaching the intersection (they have a stop) but they were approaching a little too fast for my liking. I hit my brakes, and they're tuned to stop my bike from full speed to stopped in about 2 meters. She couldn't stop nearly that well, and she rear-ended me. She tacoed her wheel and broke one of my rear lights. A lot of close calls, drivers that don't pay attention, but I pay enough attention for both of us.
Ironically, I do have a spinal injury, but I was hours away from the closest car when I got it.
That's why my toupee is made entirely of $100 bills.
Only if they hand me an envelope with the discussion we're about to have on it, then we have the conversation, then I open it up, and there is it, line for line.
Side effects include laughing, loving, and lasciviousness
And anal seepage. You can't have a drug without that as a side effect.
When I was very young, I did get a little anal seepage from time to time.
REPORT CLOSED: WORKS AS INTENDED
In all fairness, outsourcing it to Canada made sense. We're cheaper, we have health care already, and speak English with an approximate degree of usefulness.*
So, on behalf of our country, I apologize for any inconveniences you have suffered from the sheer shittiness of the ACA software. As a measure of our sincerity, you may pick up one(1) bottle of maple syrup from our strategic reserve.
*offre non valable au Québec
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Or, maybe its shows a new vector for an anti-NSA attack by the Iranians.
Fuck the Iranians, I'm signing up for everything.
We will choke them to death on our spam.
That's 31 flavours of bullshit.
Er, I'm calling Google assholes, not you a liar. I believe you.
That's why I told them a fake name and use a picture of a robot for my avatar.
I'm going to GIMP up my DL to show the fake and email it to them.
Yep, I've killed billions upon billions of NPCs ("Well, more bodies in my wake, let's go"), including innocent bystanders, blown up planets, left people to die in vacuum, to suffocate, committed genocide, xenocide, whatever.
Nothing in all the years I've been gaming has anything made me feel as uncomfortable as the torture mission in GTAV.
I've seen movies of cats jumping from the top of telephone poles and walking away like "fuck all y'all in the loud trucks, can't a furball take a fuckin' nap?"
It's super easy. Just grab some blue overalls, a toolbox, and a plunger.
"I'm here to fix the toilet."
The toolbox is full of sludge. Drop it on the floor and let it ooze out. People won't stick around when there's poop on the floor.
Then plug in one of these wherever you've got a recently-emptied desk.
If you fail to plan, plan to fail.