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I like how I know this story didn’t happen anywhere close to me since: no one calls them “cycle paths”, we hardly have any “bike lanes” anyway, and we definitely don’t have any trains to ride while discussing biking.
Now, if this had been a story about guns, trucks, and psychopaths, it would have been very relatable.
I like how I know this story didn’t happen anywhere close to me since: no one calls them “cycle paths”, we hardly have any “bike lanes” anyway, and we definitely don’t have any trains to ride while discussing biking.
Now, if this had been a story about guns, trucks, and psychopaths, it would have been very relatable.
They’re “cycle paths” in some places.