We have gotten out to the forest. Even built a pretty comfy little life here. But I know for sure that I will die of starvation here when the last potato runs out.
I am ok with this. Hopefully 20+ years away... But still.
To each their own. When I was really young, one of my cousins died on a motorcycle when he hung the chin of the helmet on something and broke his neck.
I know it is completely illogical. But I have a terrible fear of those helmets since then.
And I'm guessing because I put my first 75,000 mi on underneath a bucket. The full helmets feel extremely stifling.
When I was over in Europe it was impossible to get a beanie that was also legal and even the 3/4 helmets made me feel like I was traveling in a bubble. Disconnected.
I'll put up the usual - You don't know my needs. Don't yuck my yum. My truck is necessary.
You buy performance cars. I have a big stupid truck and blow every cent on motorcycles that will never see plates or insurance. We can be friends maybe.
And the endless whining about gas prices. Ok sis, you now have to spend an extra dollar per week. Maybe complain about the book bans and other fascism creeping into everyday life instead.
I was talking about my experience which is 80% in North America. Your points do not apply in North America as we have actually been getting worse for non-car travel in most cities since the 90s.
And that's without even mentioning the atrocities that are considered inter-city or city-rural travel.
I am merely intending to show how 'just saying someone's name' can be taken as a reprimand/mild reproach. Which is what is happening in the original image.
At this point so many people have explained this that I feel you might be willfully ignorant. Cut it out.
We have gotten out to the forest. Even built a pretty comfy little life here. But I know for sure that I will die of starvation here when the last potato runs out.
I am ok with this. Hopefully 20+ years away... But still.