what was that? is that all there is? who is this? this is it.

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Rules. Laws. Ordinances. Codes. Regulations. Requirements. Restrictions. Legislation. Guidelines.

At what point do people stop using their own judgment doing what’s right because it’s the right thing to do, and start following “the rules” because they’re afraid of getting caught. Along that same line, when do people stop taking responsibility for their own actions and start looking for someone or something to blame.

You make the call. You take the fall. You’re an adult, do what you want and deal with it. Wear white shoes after Labor Day if you want to. Wear a brown belt with your black boots if it feels right.

Obviously there are some basic ground rules, traffic laws are necessary for transportation to function in a city. However I believe that urban cyclists can thrive on the edges of those rules. It’s like a strong foundation to build on or a solid base line to dance around…

Excuse me copper
Mr Crime stopper
What’s wrong with what we’re doing
We just like to dance
In our goatskin pants
Around this ancient ruin

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Helmet? I've got scratches on both sides of mine that tell me it was a good idea. Still looking around for that band-aid.

copy that Kevin. Obviously you didn't just trip and fall in the Wal-Mark parking lot and file a frivolous bullshit lawsuit seeking outrageous damages for your loss of joy.

already brain damaged. lets go.

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