Livingston American School is trying to kill me.
The Livingston Death-mobile
Livingston American School, the new bane of my existance. In the last three months, I’ve been at least knicked by 3 cars while riding my bike to work. The 2nd one I posted about earlier. The first was 3 months ago on the way to work, and the latest, some jackass in a Suzuki Swift decided to create his own lane on Hami Road, thinking that his car could squeeze through a space no wider than my bike, while I was next to him squeezing by. I’m truly becoming an Angry Cyclist.
Livingston, however, have the most asinine bus drivers. For two years I’ve traveled the same route to work, mostly by bike, and I almost always see one of their buses. A few times now, one of their drivers either cut in front of me, nearly missing me, got so close behind me that I thought I would be served up at the Roadkill Cafe, or drives so close to the curb, while I’m riding next to the bus.
This particular bus however, didn’t kill me using vehicular homicide. As I was on my bike, and it’s tough keeping up with this fucker while holding a (rather lousy) camera phone, I inevitably couldn’t get the money-shot, a large obnoxious plume of cancer gas eminating from the tail pipe. It’s not bad enough that they’re lousy drivers, they also have no sense of vehicular maintenance.
Seriously, Livingston. Get with the program here. You’re an international school. Fix the damn buses. You’re supposed to be representing my country of origin. Obnoxiously black smoke plumes coming out of the exhaust, stinking up the last half-mile isn’t the way to do that.
