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The law is pretty clear about bike lanes. If there is a bike lane and cyclists are biking slower than traffic, we've gotta use it. The law also states that cars need to stay out of the bike lane, unless they are within 200 feet of an intersection. (CVC 21209) All of the marked bike lanes around here draw a broken white line instead of a solid white line for that distance.
I suspect the 200 foot rule actually could help safety. See, one of the most frequent type of bike-car accident is the "right hook" where the car turns in front of the cyclist and the cyclist can't stop fast enough to avoid smacking into the side of the car. So having the car need to declare their intentions and check for a gap would come in handy.
This assumes, of course, that the driver is actually paying attention. Which isn't always the case.
The silver Mercedes on the right? Well, he almost caused a nice little pileup. See, it's OK for a car to drive on the dashed part of the bike lane so they can turn and not worry about a cyclist not figuring out that they are turning. So, right now, he's in a legal position (largely because he saw me reach for my cameraphone)
But earlier, he pulls into the bike lane well before the intersection and slams on his brakes. The car behind him slams on his breaks to avoid rear-ending him. Meanwhile, the cyclist in front of me and myself were glad that our brakes were working right so we didn't slam into the two cars.
So after this, the cyclist in front of me yelled at him and I stopped and grabbed for my phone to take this picture.
He's munching on one of my tomatoes! I told Brian that our neighbor was finding tomatoes in her yard so I thought squirrels were stealing them, and he said I was nuts. I walked around the garage the other day because Chester was barking, and there this fucker was.
Today 12:30p @ the Post Office on W P'Tree. Chances are if you're parking ON the arrow, you shouldn't park there. Oh and PS might not want to do it in a company vehicle.
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Funny and classics signs on display in S.F. Store at Pier 39. Yashica Auto Focus Motor, point and shoot 35mm. Sharp 38/2.8 lens with convenient AF. It was fun and easy to shoot camera from 1980s.
Despite the presence of two wheelie bins in the back yard, the upstairs neighbours are unable to throw the rubbish out. Or over the wall. Perhaps in whatever Baltic state they are from, refuse is prized and kept as a sign of manliness, or - alternatively - they are stupid ASBO asshats from Poland.
hahaaa, this guy is so stupid.
"No cavemen in 2009"
that's gonna be a Nothingful t-shirt or album title.
First of all, in the last 90 days or
so I was BARELY at my house,
many people can account to that.
I basically was wasting tons of rent money,
not living in my house, not even hanging
out there 'cause I hated them so much.
And FUCK their daughter,
"-THEN SHE HAS NIGHTMARES."
haha, I am so proud of myself.
I did on those rare rare occassions listen to
some fucked up weird music..
stupid army vet white trash retard
knockin' up his girlfriend at too early
an age dumbass.
•earplugs did not work, the walls, floors are thin, vibrations still fucking annoy
•I endured all sorts of terrible noises at 7am everytime I tried to sleep
at my own fucking house, like what sounded like a skateboard on the wall,
their retard kid, the parents fucking on the couch, a fucking weiner dog yapping
(no pets allowed), a HOSE against the other thin side of my bedroom wall (???),
voices echoing loudly in non-existent vents?, and worst of all (worst of all anywhere
anytime) LOUD LOUD techno music. That's right, 7am.
You know someone is an ASSHOLE if they listen to shitty techno music.
Fuck those braindead ecstasy-dropping nimrods.
Yes, I said "nimrod".
the end.
An asshole driver who zipped out of a parking garage on 49th Street, blocking a bunch of pedestrians.