Taking a moment to ruminate on public right of ways

A public right of way is a right of way which permits the public to travel over it, such as a street, road, sidewalk, or footpath. These are necessary for the orderly business of society. My observation is there is considerable confusion within the general public concerning function and use. Let me begin with sidewalks. These are constructed, not without considerable effort and expense, that pedestrians may traverse thither and yon without facing the inherent dangers of vehicular traffic. They are not temporary storage for your child's toys. Neither are they overflow space for your favorite garden plants, nor overflow reserved parking. This is not an acceptable space on which to throw the detritus of the foxhole dug in one's yard. Has no one ever heard the expression curb your dog? Much as Rover is a dear and the love of your life, any human takes precedence over your canine's strolling on an even paved surface. Do not force others citizens to leave the pavement, that this panting, slobbering, shedding, bundle of joy need not. Children might have need to bicycle on the sidewalk. Should you have reached the age of majority, the sole reason you find yourself on the sidewalk while cycling is, your head is stuck somewhere twixt bicycle seat and buttocks. Now, should one fine morning find dents and footprints on your improperly parked vehicle, know this, I am too old to crawl under it and more than tired of walking in the street to go around it.

Moving on to our Nation's fine roads. Hey you, and you, yes the lot specially dressed for power walking and jogging. I know, I know, boxers do road work to get fit. Should you notice a sidewalk next to the road you have found yourselves on, my only conclusion is you are looking for a sparring partner. You are impeding the progress of others who have chosen a more rapid mode of transport. Get over yourself and, get out of the way.

Cyclists, did you think I neglected your precious bicycle lanes. Heavens no. Notice I did not send the joggers and power walkers into your domain. This lane is to be kept clear of refuse and parked cars that you might pedal your brightly colored Lycra or spandex clad ass on the street. You do know you have the appearance of an animated sausage? Speaking of ground meat. Stop sign means stop, as does the red color on the traffic signal. People could be hurt trying to avoid running over your self centered posterior. The same applies to those of you who think you do not need lights to ride at night. By the way, you have nothing that important to say. Do not ride abreast, single file is the name of the game, should a dim glimmer briefly illuminate your cerebellum and you feel need for expression. On the rare occasion cognition was significant, chances are it will be remembered to be uttered in a more appropriate milieu.

There I feel better now. I did not even touch on baby strollers big as winnebagos.

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