20’s Plenty has a bunch of clever ideas:
I was thinking the other day that vehicle weight should be a multiplier for fines. Not that the fine should be cheap for a Miyata. But it should be a LOT if you run a red light in your giant truck.
jackass data point: there’s an intersection near home that I cross a few times a week. After I get the walk signal, there is generally at least 1 car that comes through the lights. The other day I waited my usual couple of seconds for the two cars that were coming through late, proceeded to roll ahead and got halfway across the first lane, when a third car came through. If I hadn’t waited after the first two cars came thru I would’ve been cleaned up. I flipped the bird and yelled a hearty FUUUUCCKCKKK YOOUUUU to the BMW-driving fucken cunt, who proceeded to also flip me the bird. Gonna write to the cops and traffic agency so I’ve got a record for when someone inevitably gets killed here.
This is the first intersection I reach leaving my house. Easily 75% of the time someone blows the light. Humans = garbage.
I did not need to see that image tonight Jim.
Didn’t even think about that, post edited now
I take the opposite approach and start walking into the street aggressively asap and making eye contact. I’ll probably die. Still haven’t bought my air horn.
This is the Seattle approach. It works until it’s someone from the South who will drive into you while staring into your eyes. There’s a lot of military in Bremerton and they think the traffic rules are the same as home. I’ve had some interesting interactions with people who object to perfectly legal bike stuff I do because it’s not the same rules as Mississippi.
Funny. My go to reaction to near death encounters with cagers is, “Go back to Seattle you fucking piece of shit!” No real reason other than it’s fun telling camouflaged truck boys to go back to Seattle.
Lolol
Yeah, the Seattle technique of crosswalk bullying is to walk out a couple steps like you won’t stop walking and people slam on the fuckin brakes.
That said hillbillies are much more scared of Seattle than Portland IME, so I’m lulzing.
Oh man by the stories I hear at work about where I live
And my actual reports of shit going down in my neighborhood
You’d think Portland is exactly the way it is
Yes well you’re in St John’s which is still a little rough.
My old rural buddies tell me about the shit that goes down out there in hillbilly land and let’s just say I’m glad I live in an urban area.
Can we just take a moment to appreciate how fearful many suburban and rural folks are? Like scared of everything and everyone, security obsessed….
Like bro… youre scared of John who lives in an RV down the street and is annoyingly talkative when he gets drunk but Jared, a “militia member” who has his sex offender Uncle living in a trailer on the property and shoots guns at old cars on his back field without a backstop is OK? (Actual fucking examples here)
Also from what I’ve hear PDX is way worse than SEA.
You kind of followed your statement about them being too scared with an example of why they should be scared of more things.
In my experience growing up in the suburban south, rural folks especially (and many suburban) are much more likely to talk to ANYONE without fear and visible judgement than people here in Seattle.
Atmo there’s a lot smaller divide between rural/suburban and urban people than we’re portraying here. They’ve adapted their lives to their environment and so have we.
Goddamnit Kyle being reasonable.
The South has a very different culture than the PNW fwiw.
This absolutely does not hold here. I guess the heirs of the confederates fleeing the country aren’t as brave as those who stayed (Idaho didn’t become a state until 1890 and was the destination of many Southerners escaping the tyranny of the North). Small towns are small. If they don’t know you, you don’t belong. Good luck to your car parked outside of your home county (license plates show this).