Wile E. Coyote, Spinoza, PD and Me. New Post over at the NWPF Community Blog
"The moment I realized there was going to be trouble, there was no
time left to avoid it. I was rolling along at a respectable rate on a
favorite part of a mid-town bike path, a bridge over a bright stream
flowing through a lush greenbelt. The sun was out and the beta
endorphins were flowing.
As I cruised across the bridge, my mind wandered. So did my bike." (Read the rest of this grisly tale here)
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