RobTheDrummer wrote:So anyways, what is up with traffic lights? I mean, it could be 2 in the fucking morning and that son of a bitch sees you coming at 60mph. Damned if it doesn't turn on you. And there's no one there to make it go off! WTF? I mean really.....
Ha! You think that's bad? Try riding a motorcycle up to one of those red lights at 3:00am. None of PA's signal lights detect motorcycles, so unless a car pulls up behind you, it NEVER TURNS GREEN. NEVER. EVER. You have to decide whether you want to risk getting a ticket for running a red light or making a right-turn-on-red-after-stop and then pulling a U-turn.
PA needs to adjust all their lights so they detect bikes or write a law allowing bikers to proceed thru a red light after stop.
...Oh, the freedom of the day that yielded to no rule or time...
RobTheDrummer wrote:So anyways, what is up with traffic lights? I mean, it could be 2 in the fucking morning and that son of a bitch sees you coming at 60mph. Damned if it doesn't turn on you. And there's no one there to make it go off! WTF? I mean really.....
Ha! You think that's bad? Try riding a motorcycle up to one of those red lights at 3:00am. None of PA's signal lights detect motorcycles, so unless a car pulls up behind you, it NEVER TURNS GREEN. NEVER. EVER. You have to decide whether you want to risk getting a ticket for running a red light or making a right-turn-on-red-after-stop and then pulling a U-turn.
PA needs to adjust all their lights so they detect bikes or write a law allowing bikers to proceed thru a red light after stop.
Supposedly, if you sit there for a "reasonable" amount of time on a bike you can go. I treat them like stop signs.
I got drunk at lunch, went to court in Flip flops, a shorts, and a hat...testified on behalf of a company I work with, got drunker, ended up in a strip bar with some chick that was really into it. Woke up at her place and my head still hurts.
I've been there on a motorcycle, I feel your pain. Except I had a crotch rocket and it was a few hundred pounds lighter than a harley or Valk. I would sit for a minute and if there was nothing coming, just go through the son of a bitch.
Mackovyak wrote:I got drunk at lunch, went to court in Flip flops, a shorts, and a hat...testified on behalf of a company I work with, got drunker, ended up in a strip bar with some chick that was really into it. Woke up at her place and my head still hurts.
