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Northern Virginia has *the* worst bicyclers. When they're in traffic, they assume the part of any other vehicle and take up as much space as a car. But come a red light, all of a sudden they become pedestrians and weave through stopped traffic to run the light.
There are multi-use paths all over this area, but that's not quite enough. Those are only for convenience should a stop sign be in the way on the road.
And I say this as a cyclist.
Hutchinson, Kansas is the worst town to be a cyclist in. Full of rednecks, half educated and underemployed, they take out their anger on cyclists. I've had cigarettes pitched at me, a carload of thugs tried to remove me from bike (they were involved in a club shooting the very next week), and one shirtless, messed up hair, cheek full of tobacco redneck just openly laughed at me for being on a bicycle. I wasn't wearing spandex and had a shirt on, and he was laughing at me.
I hate Kansas.
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I think the Apocalypse is happening all around us. We go on eating desserts and watching TV. I know I do. I wish we were more capable of sustained passion and sustained resistance. We should be screaming and what we do is gossip. -Lydia Millet
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