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Friday, April 15, 2016

YOU be Careful

People tell me to 'be careful' on my bike rides to and from work and whatnot, pretty routinely. I get it, they mean they like me, and would hate to find out I'd been pulverized by a car or whatever. But really, who should be careful?

Remember 9/11? Three thousand people killed, and we were so upset we accidentally-on-purpose invaded the wrong country and occupied it for a decade. Deaths by private car amount to roughly a 9/11 every month, yet we pretend it's not happening because it happens in ones, twos and threes, and because we've allowed the car manufacturers to convince us we're in a love affair with the automobile rather than a holocaust.

Witness the picture I took on the way home from work. We've gotten better at making the cars safer, you're less likely to die in this setup than in an older vehicle, but we haven't made anyone a smarter driver. Maybe, wait, this is a dirty word in Kansas City, but maybe the answer is partly...transit?

Or check out my wife's 'careful' poem.

1 comment:

Sharon said...

Wow, she's beautiful and smart and creative. I LOVE My Father and I Both Love Pitbuls.