I was on my way home this evening behind a driver that was either drunk or high. On a divided highway and she was using both eastbound lanes, weaving back and forth. I kept my speed steady and was watching her closely because she would slow down rapidly and then speed up again. I backed off even further. This went on for a couple of miles before I had had enough of it. I could see traffic coming up behind me in my mirrors. I wasn’t about to become trapped between the traffic coming up behind me and this crazy driver ahead of me. I did a quick head-check to make sure there wasn’t anyone right behind me in the other lane and then switched lanes, still watching the weaving vehicle in front of me. I crept up caddy-corner across from her left bumper, hugging the left side of the
I have wanted to adopt a vegetarian diet off and on for over a decade. Each time I try I fail. It’s not that I don’t like the food, I do. It’s that it’s so damned expensive! It’s a lot less expensive to eat junk food and animals than it is to eat healthy foods and healthy snacks. I do mean a lot less expensive! My reasons for wanting to eat vegetarian are two… I don’t want to eat animals and I want to get healthier.
I’m aware of the vast amount of books out there claiming to explain how to become a vegetarian, including recipes. Perhaps it’s not the same everywhere, perhaps in other places where there is more vegetarians and therefore more demand for vegetarian foods it’s not so expensive. I don’t know. What I do know is that where I currently reside vegetarian foods are ridiculously expensive.
I had someone film me as I rode by on the highway and then added a slow motion effect as the ride-by happened. I’m certainly no video expert but it was fun and I’m happy with the results. Everything is stock on the Vulcan S, no modifications.
I know there are people who are much better at video effects than I am, but I don’t think this is too bad for a first time go at it. I’ll definitely be playing around with video editing/effects a lot more now. Thanks for watching!
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