{"id":82,"date":"2014-04-10T22:53:00","date_gmt":"2014-04-10T22:53:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ssgc.co\/2014\/04\/new-road-laws-oh-who-cares-anyway\/"},"modified":"2014-04-10T22:53:00","modified_gmt":"2014-04-10T22:53:00","slug":"new-road-laws-oh-who-cares-anyway","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/singlespeedgoldcoast.com\/2014\/04\/10\/new-road-laws-oh-who-cares-anyway\/","title":{"rendered":"New Road Laws. Oh Who Cares Anyway?"},"content":{"rendered":"
Sometimes I start out on a ride with good intentions. I follow the laws. I might even have a helmet on. I stop at the red lights and smile reassuringly at our enemy. Then some moron tries to kill me. You know, runs me off the road, cuts me off as I enter an intersection, passes where no passing is possible, etc. You know. The usual. But I turn the cheek. And then not minutes later some other moron does something equally stupid and annoying and I turn the other cheek. And so on until I run out of cheeks. (I only have four.) And pretty soon I’m in a mood to abandon any pretence that I give a shit about any laws. <\/p>\n
But mostly when I go for a ride I don’t even pretend to care for laws. I can take them or leave them. And mostly I leave them. I’ve been cycling waaaaay to long to pretend to myself that anyone out there gives a flying fuck about me, my safety, or any laws as they apply to me. And that’s cool. I’m an adult. I accept that. Just makes me wonder why they, the cartards, piss and moan so much like little bleating children when we break some inconsequential law. Like running red lights. If I can regress to their level for a moment and summon up my own inner whiny child I’d retort, “Well you started it!”<\/p>\n