Thursday, July 14, 2005

I have foreseen the manner of my death.

My end will come either under the wheels of a Burke-Gilman summer cyclist or, all murder conviction appeals exhausted, at the hands of the Washington State executioner.

And you know something? It will be worth it.


Tricia said...

Since I both ride and run on the BG on a regular basis, I alternately get angry at clueless pedestrians and ignorant cyclists. I'm surprised that I don't see more smash-ups.

Unknown said...

weeee! huzzah for the bg!

i got to do a short run out of marymoore on friday. it brought back such fun memories! slugs everywhere!