No, I don’t have to accept a digital photo of your license as ID. No, your birth certificate is not proof of identity; it doesn’t have your picture.

But the absolute worst one: Not only is this a beat-up photocopy of a foreign ID card with no photo; it also clearly states that you are 19 and even if I accepted this document as valid identification, which I can’t, I still could not legally serve you alcohol.

Hey, can you add Spanish back as a language option? That’s another thing that got reset.

Hopping on my bike and hitting the trails.

Live music on general, barn dances in particular.

Everyone gathering in Grandma’s parlor Sundays after church.

I hate it. I’m not a good driver, I know this, but I swear, I am definitely an above-average one. The amount of unsafe behavior I see every time I’m behind the wheel, on top of the stress of navigating a dangerous piece of heavy machinery myself, is incredible stressful; and the mechanics of driving, specifically all the eye movement combined with holding my feet still while making sure my attention doesn’t wander, is very fatiguing.

The most important thing is visibility. Be where the motorists, and the pedestrians, and the other cyclists, expect you to be. Don’t weave. Don’t stop suddenly, or change lanes without signaling. Don’t ride on the wrong side of the street, or on sidewalks.

The other main piece of advice? Cars are super dangerous, but unless you’re a complete dumbass, most of your accidents will be from unexpected objects in your path. Watch out for potholes, sticks, or slippery conditions.

But if you ride a bike every day you’ll have an amiz ass and they will.

That’s science.

It’s just you.

It’s more that a lot of people move out from California and trash-talk it to anyone who will listen. This happens with everywhere, but because CA is so populous it has more people doing this than other places.

Though, IMO, the weather sounds terrible to me.

There’s barely moderation, much less overreach.

Exactly. I prefer more variety in my weather. I need the highs and the lows, the sun and the snows, the days when wind blows, y’know?