Great article. While a formal Copwatch organization may well be helpful, I believe that simply informing citizens of their right to copwatch could significantly reduce police shenanigans. I once read this good bit of advice on the subject: if you walk up to a scene intending to copwatch and you sense the officer bristling at your approach, you should announce clearly, "I am here to observe. I do not intend to intervene."
"I'm rubber, you're Gyne-Lotrimin; whatever you say bounces off me and sticks to a vagina."
Devin, I'm a fan of epithets of all stripes, be they debatably sexist, overtly sexist, or just plain ol' scatological, so I'm not decrying your use of "douchey." Douche all night, douchey douchetard, douche in a box, douche with a fox, and douche so with my blessing. But your response to Ms Mainz is reductive and your deliberate obtuseness totally irritating. "It's just French for 'shower' derp de derp!" Come on, dude, "douche" has a meaning in English, you are 100% aware of this, and for you to pretend otherwise is just totally gay. What??!?!?! WHAT?!?!! It means "happy"!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
...on that bike bridge article.
"'A lot more access to Walmart and shopping areas, more trails, it will be fun,' said bicyclist Dominic Pacheco.
"'I think if it makes it safer for bicyclists. How much is a life worth?' said bicyclist Greg Stricklin."
WELL SAID, GUYZ. Here, KOB journalist Jeff Maher, I'll give you a quote:
"Parting her sensual bee-stung lips, cyclist Betty Sprocket ran an immaculately manicured hand through her long, luminous chestnut locks and remarked, 'Fuck yeah, I've been waiting all summer for that trail to open. It'll be so much better than using Central or Montano. It was emphatically not a waste of money, especially when compared with the scrill squandered on other lame-ass government porkery. Thank you very much for the new bike trail, The Man. I'm going to go check that shit out later this evening.'"
Say what thou wilt about my lack of a helmet, lanemcclain (sorry, safety superfans, I don't even own one), but my grammar? Man, you are tangling with a semicolon superhero here! Better watch what you say lest I sic the ghost of DFW on your ass. Anyway, I only accept such critiques from Nurse Whitny, and that's just 'cause "grammar" happens to be our private euphemism for "hickey."
No, seriously, lanemcclain, thanks for the kind words. And I'm not just saying that 'cause I'm scared you'll wing a "vortex bottle" at my head next time you see me on the trail.
Hey lanemcclain, that ain't my bike in the picture; I borrowed it from a friend so I could go riding before work one morning. I dunno what's up with the stem and bars; I was too focused on my other grievances (namely brake and tiny-ass frame that made me look like a trained bear riding around a Russian circus ring on a comically undersized tricycle) to even notice.
And oh yeah, my own personal multitool was sitting at home next to my perfect and divinely beautiful bike that would never ever betray me with a mid-ride brake failure. Never! Ever!
Nurse, I believe one or more of my sheaths may be in peril of becoming demyelinated. Would you put on some gloves and come over and check?
Cmon now Black, is mock vanity for the sake of humor not in your vocabulary? My "classy" bike was built out of secondhand parts, all my "classy" threads are from Thrift Town, and I'm not a purist about jack shit.
And I have a brake!
Are you, like, from Vermont or something? Or just a superfan of tides of grey greasy beans and wack salsa? The last time I decided to give Little Anita's another chance on account of living right next to one, I was on suicide watch for the next three days.
I second that emotion.