When I was going into the 9th grade, I asked my Mom to get me excused from P.E. on account of my asthma. My asthma really wasn't severe, but my adolescent angst was, and I just couldn't bear the thought of enduring a daily opportunity to embarrass myself in front of my peers while wearing polyester shorts in a most unfortunate shade of blue.
And so, I assumed the mantle of gawky, uncoordinated nerd.
Fast forward to today. McDoc bought a bike last summer when we moved closer to his workplace. He wanted me to get one, too, so we could tool around together, but I declined, stubbornly sticking to my preference for walking.
McDoc can be stubborn, too, though, and when he took his bike in for a tuneup last month, he suggested I test ride a bike, just for grins.
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I love you Fritz but sometimes I think you're too quick to jump on the victim bandwagon. I'll give you that a citation for vehicular manslaughter is unforgivable.
But killing a ped while riding on insanely fast on the sidewalk is heinous, as well.
And making a direct comparison between two entirely different countries' judicial systems is really a stretch. Show a UK driver who killed a cyclist and got off with just a citation and you'll have a better case.