I wish I could ride my bike like a Scythed Chariot and destroy all these death machines that have the gall to ride on the bike path.

I mean fuck! I hate cars and pretentious drivers so goddamn much. The only thing they have to do to accelerate is push a pedal once with less effort than moving a feather of a newborn chick, yet they for some reason consistently claim the right of way, or get it by law even. Topsy-turvy society.

“I reduced the insolent crowd of carriages which cumber our streets, for this luxury of speed destroys its own aim; a pedestrian makes more headway than a hundred conveyances jammed end to end along the twists and turns of the Sacred Way.” ―Memoirs of Hadrian by Marguerite Yourcenar (1903–1987)