Why, after riding bikes for most of their lives (and on an almost daily basis), are middle-aged Japanese women the wobbliest and worst cyclists in the world?
Once you solve this one, can you then proceed to tell me why, in all those years, they haven’t yet been able to agree on a definite side of the road/pavement to ride your bike on. Instead preferring to rely on a science somewhere halfway between telepathic wa mind-reading and reflex death-match… Meaning my heart grows a few year older at once, each time I got to bike through one of these crowded mamachari-infested market areas…
If you got a clue, please do tell me…
Dr Dave: Yeah, spot on. Why, when everything else in this society is so regimented and orgainized, is cycling such a random and therefore dangerous form of transport?
Yet having said that, I’ve never seen an accident involving a cyclist. Well, that’s not entirely true, as I was involved in a bike accident myself. But I’m ashamed to say it was entirely my fault.
Xogij: Yes, that noise is beyond annoying! And what’s worse is that those people that possess such “shrieking” bikes seem to take great pleasure in using their brakes when it’s completely unnecessary.
Policemen should be given powers to take possession of such bikes, and to throw their owners into prison for as long as they see fit!
Do these women ride with protruding dildos on the seats going under their skirts? Perhaps that could explain why they don’t care where they are going or on which side they are riding.
Well the men aren’t much better at cycling. I saw one errant salaryman cyclist in Akihabara practically cut a kid in half, and the back streets of Asakusa at dusk were a death trap to this unsuspecting gaijin.
dr dave says
Once you solve this one, can you then proceed to tell me why, in all those years, they haven’t yet been able to agree on a definite side of the road/pavement to ride your bike on. Instead preferring to rely on a science somewhere halfway between telepathic wa mind-reading and reflex death-match… Meaning my heart grows a few year older at once, each time I got to bike through one of these crowded mamachari-infested market areas…
If you got a clue, please do tell me…
xogij says
Aren’t you annoyed when their rusted breaks shriek hysterically? It’s worse than scratching blackboard for me.
Lee says
Dr Dave: Yeah, spot on. Why, when everything else in this society is so regimented and orgainized, is cycling such a random and therefore dangerous form of transport?
Yet having said that, I’ve never seen an accident involving a cyclist. Well, that’s not entirely true, as I was involved in a bike accident myself. But I’m ashamed to say it was entirely my fault.
Xogij: Yes, that noise is beyond annoying! And what’s worse is that those people that possess such “shrieking” bikes seem to take great pleasure in using their brakes when it’s completely unnecessary.
Policemen should be given powers to take possession of such bikes, and to throw their owners into prison for as long as they see fit!
Ron says
Do these women ride with protruding dildos on the seats going under their skirts? Perhaps that could explain why they don’t care where they are going or on which side they are riding.
Just a thought…
Cheers!
Brett says
And why do they ride so god damned slow? it would be quicker for them to get off and walk… backwards.
Decor Pebble says
Very good question.
Dr GUID says
Well the men aren’t much better at cycling. I saw one errant salaryman cyclist in Akihabara practically cut a kid in half, and the back streets of Asakusa at dusk were a death trap to this unsuspecting gaijin.