Bad Motorist

You couldn’t make it up. One day after berating a bad cyclist, I have the perfect example of how to be a bad motorist. Part of my commute crosses a small, narrow, humpback bridge. It’s an old bridge, with high solid stone walls. Visibility is nil from either side. Obviously this is the perfect place…Continue reading Bad Motorist

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I’ve been gamed. Or rather, I’m gaming myself. I’m fully aware this is happening, and yet I’m actually enjoying letting my behaviour be dictated by the simplest of mechanisms, a number displayed on a screen. The premise is simple enough, the higher the number the better. I started at about 44 and slowly rose, week…Continue reading 56