when i would blast around in my ultimate homeboy car, i used to think that there was something about the highway system that leads into boston that turned everyone driving it into a lunatic. but that was situational.
later, i met tad.
i wont get into a car driven by my japanese friend tad.
i dont understand why he needs to drive 50 mph up small city streets, blowing through redlights one after the other, why he cant see them....they're right in front of him and they are these big flashing things...i generally would not say much while this was happening because i was distracted by my life passing before my eyes.
i love tad, but i am not getting in a car that he is driving again.
ever.
this has less to do with his being japanese than it does to do with the fact that he is, as an individual human being behind the wheel of a car, an unbelievable menace. he really should be stopped.
but after 5 years or so of biking every day in urban spaces, i think that people who talk on their cellphones while they drive are FAR more dangerous as a group than any other. they are as a group almost as dangerous as tad is as a human being.
(this leaves aside the obvious problems with people driving drunk...)
it's really simple: if you talk on your hone while you are driving, your attention is divided.
you dont look as carefully.
you arent thinking about what you are doing: you are also thinking about dinner plans or telling the jolly fellow at the other end of the line to bite you har de har or whatever.
i cannot even begin to tell you the number of times i have been put into significant danger while riding my bike by fucktards on phones--they pull out arbitrarily from parking spaces--they turn without warning---they veer into you as you are riding---THEY DONT USE THEIR SIGNALS--they fade out of their conversation because they realize they need to do something and they just do it. they simply aren't paying attention.
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a gramophone its corrugated trumpet silver handle
spinning dog. such faithfulness it hear
it make you sick.
-kamau brathwaite
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