Potholes and assholes

I can sum up the experience riding home from work today as joyful. It wasn't because I passed consecutively five traffic lights while they were green, or some motorists were more friendly and sensitive than usual, or texters on foot suddenly have more concern of their safety they look up from the gadget in their hands before they cross the street. Uhh...uhh....nothing of that sorts.

I'm fully aware that when I ride my bicycle out there on the streets I have no protection from cars, vans, buses and lorries. I have to skilfully ride my bicycle, folow the traffic laws, obey the road signs and light signals and respect other road users. I have to make myself visible-conspicious and alert all the times. I enjoy riding so much, I could burts with happiness when I am on my bicycle. Anyho, I've always made an effort to stay alert at ll the times.

Autoshop on Dorchester Avenue.

I used to get a little upset over inconsiderate and rude motorists who try to squeeze their way between other vehicles and a cyclist (me) on a bike lane.

Or I get annoyed over pedestarians sho simply jump in front of me to cross the street. But, like everybody else and anywhere else, no matter where I go, I'll come across these types of people.

Along a wide, smooth and lovely Dorchester Ave., I spotted a small pot hole which I carefully swerved away. It was right there and then it dawned to me that there are two types of holes I've come across when I ride my bicycle.

Potholes and assholes.

I couldn't help laughing quietly as I pedalled home. The idea of placing these two holes side by side was hillarious.

Comments

[sitiaishah]

You're right.You can spot potholes a few meters away.

[Gurindam Jiwa]

Which are easier to deal with? Potholes, I presume.