A few things that I cannot let go of…
So I was on the bus today and holy shit was the driver terrible! I mean, have you ever been on the bus that was so horribly driven that you actually notice and make a point of blogging about it? You don't really appreciated good bus driving until you notice the shitty driving. This dude had a lead foot on the fucking brake! Every stop and every red light people had to hold on for dear life to avoid being thrown through the windshield or breaking the poor nose of the person they land on. Dude, you're driving a 500 ton double bus, not a mini cooper. Don't try to get through that yellow if you don't know you can make it. The tread on my shoes will thank you.
Oh, I should take this moment since I see it on my screen to notify the site administrator that "WordPress 2.6.2 is available!", as per the computer screen's instructions. No, I am not easily advertised to at all...
So I was biking over the weekend, and holy shit, we really need like an international get-your-car-off-the-fucking-road day. We reeeeally do. I was biking in residential, allegedly "traffic calmed" areas for leisure, and the traffic that was driving through them was unbelievable! Many of them at grossly illegal speeds, even for inner city driving! You'd think that every quiet neighbourhood street was the freeway. And the following day I wanted to bike over the bridge to North Van by taking Adanac, which is the designated bike route for cyclists commuting to downtown from east van, and the amount of traffic was insane! Get off the fucking bike route and onto the designated traffic-heavy roadways, douchebags. Now, I realize that the shoe has slipped onto the other foot since I used to be a driver that hated cyclists, but I am not one of those die hard, hardcore, arrogant cyclists that wear those ridiculous and dorky looking biking suits that are probably issued by the underground cycling cult of this city that consider themselves both pedestrians and traffic, I am merely embarking on a casual bike ride on a sunny fall Saturday and Sunday afternoon on my shitty old 10 speed with a basket on the front purposely avoiding the major roadways to make the most of my leisure activity.
You know what is shitty? The fact that if you want to sign up for any kind of class, be it educational, exercise or well-being oriented, etc., you have to pay like a fucking 200 bucks a month to do it. I cannot believe the kind of money these businesses think everyone has. I suppose it is just as well, the people who can are old enough to be my grandparents and I sure don't want to hang out with people like that. Maybe I graduated too early...