Mercedes in Old Ottawa South

Like any neighbourhood there are humans. The live, breath, have kids, and don't expect heaven and earth to descend upon them causing havoc, confusion and death.

I am not sure if all Mercedes owners are arseholes, or if only arseholes own Mercedes but the attitude of entitlement seems to be regularly demonstrated.

Stop signs? They don't need no stop signs. That seemed to be what the Monday morning driver in the Mercedes appeared to indicate when they breezed through it in Old Ottawa South.

Wait my turn!!!!??? Are you freaking kidding? You lowly Subaru geek must feel the heel of my German Engineered attitude.

Its either that or they cannot find the break pedal - optional equipment for a Mercedes.

Hands Free

So I cycle to work, I sometimes drive to work, and I also walk a lot. In winter, I take the bus. I see Human Beings in all forms of transit.

When I cycle, I take some of Ottawa excellent pathways. It saves me from certain death by Ottawa's (and I was born in this city so I can say this) crappy drivers. But what annoys me about some of my fellow cyclists is people who feel the need to cycle hands free.

What I love about this approach is that if you #FAIL when cycling hands free you not only can injure yourself, but you can injure me. Badly. This is why I have an issue.

But last week I was treated to the feat of a hands-free cyclist, complete in Tour De France regalia, cycling hands free. But his hands were busy....

....on his freaking phone.

People are Pigs on the Road

I recently had the honour of waiting in traffic at the intersection of Prince of Wales and Hunt Club. I guess its the thing to do when you want to cross that God-forsaken Hunt Club Bridge.

Anyways, two cars ahead of me is a white van. Not the suburban cesspool Chrysler kind of absurdity. But a van used by people who have a need other than moving their kids to another Wunderkind activity. What do I happen to see but a piece of garbage being thrown from the driver's window. When the light changed and I moved closer I saw that it was a sandwich container.

It was lunch time, and the driver, having finished his purchased sandwich, decided to release the now unnecessary container to the environment.

Charming.

But wait! There's more.

As it happens I had to pass this now erratic driver on Riverside Drive. Was it the sandwich causing him Gastrointestinal grief that was the reason for the weaving?

No.

I was the fact that he was talking on his cell phone while, with his other hand, he was reaching for something (not the steering wheel silly) above the sun visor.

Species FAIL!