Same thing every Sunday morning here in the 'Naki - couple of dozen fitness freaks running straight across intersections - against the lights - ignoring the oncoming bike, car, bus or B-train. Even worse, the 20 or 30 cyclists pack riding down SH 45 taking up the whole lane. Even her-in-drawers, who's only been riding pillion with me for a few months is about ready to plant her boot in tail-end charlies lycra clad ass
Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in getting up every time we do. - Confucius
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