Most people in L.A. have a minimum of two residences. Theres the place where you keep your clothes and T.V. and then there's your car. I am in my car a lot considering I live 6 miles from work and I dont really go anywhere...really you can ask people. I try to treat my car as my personal bedroom and treat the roads like the common space living room you share with 10 MILLION other people. If you come over to my house you wouldn't sprall out in my living room making it impossible for me to sit on the couch or manouver around the coffee table...that would be rude. Which brings me to my real point...bicycles thinking they are cars.
I almost killed a man today (I think I almost hit him sometime last week too while pulling into a McDonald's drive-thru), because he thinks it's ok for him to get on his ten speed and ride along with traffic on PCH forcing me to now drive 4 MPH behind you because that's as fast as your little legs can propell you. If you have a death wish that's fine, but stop being so selfish and just get in your car, roll into the garage, and take a gas induced nap. Don't give me a lifetime of guilt just because I was trying to get to work on time! I leave you with this video, next time you think of riding your bike, think of this...
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