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[bike] Of Speed and Limits
I have continued to obey speed limits, for the most part. I have found that no-longer pointlessly feeling rushed every time I go somewhere, especially commuting, has been wonderfully relaxing. There aren't nearly as many people in my way.
This morning I was riding to work, from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cathijosephine's. I was merging onto 93N, just before going underground. It was a long ramp. I was moving a decent pace. The lanes were going to merge. I looked to my left, and thought...
Clicked the shifter down a notch, tucked in a bit to keep the front wheel down, whacked the throttle open, and everything goes away.
This morning I was riding to work, from
cathijosephine's. I was merging onto 93N, just before going underground. It was a long ramp. I was moving a decent pace. The lanes were going to merge. I looked to my left, and thought...Oh, that car is already pulling ahead. I'll wait for the next opening.
Wait a minute. I'm riding a fucking Blackbird.
Clicked the shifter down a notch, tucked in a bit to keep the front wheel down, whacked the throttle open, and everything goes away.
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It doesn't help that last night I was dreaming about driving a very fast car. Now that you mention it, fuck the car, gimme the bike.
Of course, I do have a powerful ability to resist impulse purchases. Her name is Kathryn and we're married. :P