I suppose that could happen if you cited someone without seeing their ID. I wouldn’t have written the ticket had the person not been carrying it on them.
I once had a ticket dismissed in court because I had to admit for the life of me I didn’t recognize the defendant and couldn’t ID him by sight because the city attorney stupidly asked me if I recognized the defendant. For some reason it had been 5-6 months between the ticket and court and I had forgotten what he looked like.
The between the one I live in and township next to mine there is a really nice rail trail (repurposed railroad bed) that runs for a few miles.
There are a couple of police who patrol it, and I can’t help but think that has to be an awesome little perk. It only has a couple of road crossings, the people are generally pretty cool, there are like tons of really fit, great looking women on it, and it’s just a really nice easy ride.
I know I havent been on much as of late …but havent notice any genetic freaks worried about their quads being too big. I was reminded of that after taking a quick pics of my sons quads on a whim.
Occurs to me the suck factor involved in getting back into the groove under the bar from my layoff.If I can get my time slot open in my own fucking gym… since my son is running some big as Norwegian program given to him by his coach.
It’s the cyclist that ride two or three abreast in the middle of the lane. When right there at the side of the road there is a dedicated bike lane that really annoy me.
But hey I ride a motorbike everyday so every road user that causes traffic annoys the hell out of me. And I am sure I piss of a whole load of cagers (car drivers) everyday too. Pricks
People think its funny - but I do not share food for this reason. I have 3 brothers. And when the food came out you fought to get your share. And I mean some times we physically fought. I can recall a few punches thrown over food. It was a bit dog eat dog.
Not that this is normal or healthy. Its given me very bad habits. I’m not the person to go out eating with.
True! You have part-time trundlers like me doing 5mph and wobbling all over, sharing a narrow bike lane with guys doing 40mph taking short cuts. Disaster looking for a venue.
My brothers wife likes to mess with people like that. Her and her sister would also turn and whisper to each other (in English) then turn back to the person and respond in their typical full volume, regular northern California dialect.