cyclists

Poop!

Yesterday, as I was driving, I happily slowed down for a procession of about six horses, walking single file in an orderly line, as far to the side of the road as possible. I have never seen a line of cyclists do this. I’ve written here and here about my war with cyclists. But up […]

The President opens up about whiskey

“Alcohol can compete with your affections. It sure did in my case,” Bush said, “affections with your family, or affections for exercise.” This quote might be more effective if he hadn’t dragged exercise into it, because, for an exercise addict like Bush, affection for exercise can get in the way of affection for family. And […]

my war with cyclists (continued)

My wife Bernie doesn’t like it when I yell, honk, or otherwise engage cyclists, when our daughter Isa is in the car. The subsequent mass flipping off and indignant screams of “fuck you!” are completely predictable and, in Bernie’s opinion, easily avoidable. That’s why I don’t yell at cyclists when Isa is in the car…unless […]

I hate cyclists

Cyclists in Topanga Canyon are very aggressive, demanding to be treated like vehicles…if vehicles rode four abreast on winding mountain roads and flipped you off for so much as toot-tooting that you’d please like to pass on a straightaway. Slower traffic is supposed to use turnouts–there are signs posted everywhere. I use them all the […]