My New Bike and Habitual Right Lane Driver Scum

Here is my new bike that they got me for my birthday while I was in a coma, supposedly.  However, I was more like Wynona's big brown beaver, since they tickled my chin and gave me a pinch and brought me out the coma.  He went to Tacoma, and wound up in a coma.  Mercy!

The new bike is a Kona Dew Plus.  It's got upgraded tires, shifters, rear derailler and a kickstand.  I can't stand a bike without a kickstand. No, no, no.  So it's actually almost a Dew Deluxe.

The handlebar bag is a functionally adequate Bell that holds the requisite flat fix paraphernalia plus a wallet and keys, cell phone, and maybe an illustrated guide to Sodom or Gomorrah.

I actually like this new bike a lot.  Formerly, I was riding a Trek 7100.  The new bike is plenty lighter and more maneuverable.  It's way faster too.

But what I actually want to complain about today is habitual right lane drivers.  Kill them all and may they then rot in hell for eternity after plenty of torture first.  Yes.  They need plenty of torture.  Plenty.  Then they need to rot.  After they rot.  They need to be dug up and tortured some more.  Habitual right lanedrivers!!!! Ugh!

So I am driving south on Westgate and arrive at the Jones Road intersection.  Ahead of me, stopped by the light, are 10 vehicles, all in the right lane.  There are no vehicles in the left lane, and no vehicles in the left turn lane. When the light changes, all 10 vehicles ahead of me proceed straight on.  None (nun) of them turn right. I am the only one that turns right.  Jesus!  Hades, damnation, eternal, everlasting torment to them. Goodness!

Cycling provides further keen insight into the habits of the habitual right lane driver type of asshole. There I go.  Pedaling furiously against the wind, heading east on the Hwy 71 feeder street.   A miserable Jap car sweeps up beside me, honking furiously.  Yes.  I am crowded over, next to the corner, dodging the flotsam and jetsam road trash, and I get honked at by a habitual right lane driver.  That's right.  That stinking whoreson had three lanes to choose from on that particular stretch of empty frontage road.  So he needs to honk at the cyclist.

This is exactly why I need to start carrying again.  Especially now that carrying is acceptable.

How far will he go?

Crumby woke up from his coma this morning and the first thing he wanted to know was how far he was fixing to go before his next birthday.  So then we had to figure that out.  Crumby's next birthday is early Thursday morning.  That's a little over 48 hours from now.  So going a little faster than 107218 km/hr, Planet Earth will journey a good ways over 5 million km.  And so will Crumby.

First Frost

Yesterday, November 20 on the Julian, was first autumnal frost day at the CB.  We had frost on the grass where no trees grow.  We had frost on the windows of the great motor vehicles.  Yet many had no frost.  That's because Stinky Valley is colder than the  surrounding parts.

We may have another new butterfly, Nastra julia.  Julia's skipper is, according to this or that checklist, abundant in these parts.  But this species was, and still may be, unknown at the CB. A picture may follow.

Surviving the Nazi Apocalypse, Maybe

A swell attribute of older age is feeling like you may get along OK even when events turn the whole semi-civilized world dour in the short term, cause heck, you have hoarded plenty of cash and cash equivalents, allowing you to survive that dour downturn until you die.  On the other hand, you may inhabit a scum-sucking shit hole where weed is illegal, thus making any justification for survival, ambiguous.

Dan Rather is senile or maybe brain damaged.  He is certainly retarded.  Yes.  There Dan Rather was,  on MSNBC TV, blathering on, whooping up the fundamental goodness of the American people. Yes.  The American people are peace loving and good.  Surely they are.  Except, for practically all Ray's life,  (Crumby's in a coma) ,  the American people have supported a US government that has systematically waged war in favor of nazis, fascists, oligarchs and every right wing scum in the book.  When has the US, in the last 50 years, ever supported a progressive movement abroad?  Mercy!

So now we have a new president elect who appears to be an actual fascist, from the personality cult perspective anyway.  Possibly, he is not much  interested in the complexities of socio-eonomic fascism.  And this new leader of the free world was elected by, guess who, the peace-loving American people, of course.  Goodness!

Honestly though, maybe the peace-loving American electorate did, this time, opt for a relatively peaceful candidate. After all, President elect Trump feels like persecuting foreigners here, rather than afflicting them abroad.  Afflicting them abroad!  Yes.  America welcomed the multitudes of foreigners unsettled by our imperialist adventures abroad.  Until now.

Actually, Ray feels like the imperialist bosses of America are fixing to give the President Erect, I mean Elect, a talking to.  Yes.  They shall carefully explain just how important imperialism is to freedom loving Americans. Then, a while later, off the spies and troops shall embark again, fixing to afflict more actual foreigners, destroying their governments, wrecking their infrastructure.  Yes.  The bosses shall explain.  But Ray feels like or bets that the bosses will need to spend more time explaining about imperialism to Mr. Trump, than they would have had to with Mrs. Clinton.

Yes.  Soon things will be back to normal in the imperialism department.  But what's fixing to happen to all the foreigners from the various newly destabilized countries that would normally come to America?  Given that the foreigners already here are fixing to get persecuted, deported, encamped, or what not.  Very confusing!