So.
I ride my bike. almost every day. I love riding my bike. I can't afford a car. I can't afford the blood, the oil.
I love cars and drive them when I can. But their better for recreation. We are crazy about our cars.
I own two cars. A homeless crazy guy hangs out in one of them in my back yard. I don't want him there. I don't think he's wanted anywhere else. He yells at the top of his voice inside my car. He needs to yell. I don't think he can control it.

So I'm winding up my late afternoon errands. Post office...hunt for books..storage..hunt for books.....store.. and so close to home. Every once in a while I get home in time to spend some time....... so I check for cardboard at my local liqour store. Winding it up to cross the street. I'm actually on private (not the public road) property and getting ready to cross the street and sometimes I circle around and drift on the open space getting ready to dodge across the street.
Under my breath I curse at all the fools in cars. While I drift around, waiting for the perfect spiritual moment to cross the street.