seattle

wackacon

lee

i was taking my guerilla route, the one i follow when i assume that everyone in a car is out to get me. my nighttime attitude is, anyone can run you down and get away with it. why give some drunk the chance to plaster me against a car? that's why I don't even own a bike light, or one of those godawful reflective suits. because if you've put yourself in a position where someone has to see you in order for you to be safe -- to see you, and to give a f -- you've already blown it.