Yeah, its ironic. On the bike beneath leaden (hell, rainy) skies, sitting at a stop light, waiting for the oncoming left-turn lane traffic to get their red so I’ll get my green. A look up into the light-shield overhead. Yeah, its yellow. They’ll be stopping soon. A look to the oncoming lane. Here comes an FUV, racing along like a barrel of gluttons, flying to make his hard left turn on slick pavement. Light: Bing Sizzlesizzlesizzle go his tires as he slides through on the one-second-old red, crossing across my nose and my right-of-way. And the irony? The Lynx transport company […]