Ah. Yes it says so I think. So I guess you know what’s going on there.
Maybe you’re right in general about flying old flags, but the one I’m talking about is widely considered to be a symbol of racism.
There is literally no one flying that one anywhere who doesn’t also happen to hate black people. I know that correlations and causes aren’t the same thing or whatever, but when something gets elevated to the level of iconic status, that means it’s taken on a specific meaning. In this case, that meaning is bigotry.
Uum, Southern California not Carolina. 
I have never met anyone from Carolina.
And sure they probably found me just as annoying. Its a two way street.
Mr. R. You are the one that talks about making money this way and that and how easy it is, so finances cant be an issue. The only issue I can see is attachment otherwise nothing prevents leaving a harsh environment.
I’ve actually been packing for the last few days. I’m moving northing at the end of the year.
My preoccupation…
The people I liked in Southern California were mostly Latin or Korean.
I have met all but Asian from Southern California. Its just a cultural difference thing. Heck I wouldn’t make them second class just because they annoy me. As I said I am sure I annoyed them. I should mention that it includes a few cousins.
What about people fro the Northwest?
ROTFLMAO, most of my in-laws are from there, we live in the south east, you would have to ask my husband about that… he is from the Northwest but, has ties to the southwest… BTW, I am Southwestern, Arizona.
I saw a sunset there on the way to LA, breathtaking. We stopped and I had a chicken mc nugget menu and some m&ms in a parking lot in the middle of nowhere under a golden sun, which was the most simplistic I’ve ever felt, and it’s one of the most peaceful memories. I basically like the whole west except downtown San Francisco. I once stayed in a hotel there and for the first time realized there was a whole world of despair that doesn’t even try to stay below the surface.
It always rains when you arrive there.
On the one trip I made to Oregon for a sister-in- law wedding., 2am I10 outside of LA was gridlocked. It took, 3 hours to get through a stretch that should have taken half an hour… no accidents were the cause…
I never took the freeways in LA, I was paranoid I’d end up in a 24 hour jam. Then I had to once and I was immediately stuck for hours. I really like their big avenues, they’re less crowded than Amsterdam traffic axises and with much more potholes and chemical pink vistas.
Sunshine through the rain, another dreary day in Amsterdam. I went into the city for a while to buy a BMX bike, which I reconsidered as soon as I got close to the touristic center. There can not be much drearier and fatiguing things than a city center full of tourists and shopping day-people.
Why don’t you buy a real bike, rather than a toy?
I have five.
BMX is an exteme sport that I would like to get into.
You sound like my kid. When he was a kid it amazed me that he never broke any bones on his BMX. We allowed him to keep it in his room, he was that interested in it. A toolbox was always right beside it.
That’s the one non-weed or hooker related thing I remember about Amsterdam. All those damn bicycles. I mean they’re all over the place. Pure madness.
Yes, this is a source of entertainment for us, making tourists aware of the law of the bike jungle. People are only used to loud vehicles that you can hear coming from a distance. If they dont hear much theyll walk on the streets and bicycle paths, until they have had one of these heartattack moments that we try to provide them with.
First thing I do when I fly to a place…buy a knife or a can of mace. Don’t try and run me over with a bike. I’m really particular about my personal space. If I can’t stick my arms out and spin in a circle without touching someone, then someone is too close.
That’s rather paranoid though. Not to mention hostile.
Tourists are not entitled to much personal space in traffic lanes. They need to quickly adapt to what traffic means in the town they’re visiting.
Nobody gets run over, except by a tram sometimes - the sport is to cause a jolt of fright without doing any harm, enough to change future behavior. Every self-conscious city has a few jokes it plays on guests to introduce them to the rules.
In real life, my paranoia is one of my most defining traits. If I’m anything, I’m cautious.
I probably wouldn’t knock a guy off a bike just for getting too close, but if he actually touched me I could very well black out momentarily and erupt in an episode of violence. Then of course I’d have to run like hell. But I can run a lot faster than you might think by looking at my photos. I’m not a wiry, lanky, lightweight dude, but I can sprint like you wouldn’t believe.