A man walked into a bar in Scotland, sat down and ordered a drink. Next to him was a leathery old Scotsman, well into the bottle in front of him.
The man asked the Scotsman if there was something the matter.
The Scot replied (in Groundskeeper Willy brogue); "Aye lad, indeed there is. You see this bar here? I made this bar with me own two hands, slowly crafting it in the time-honored way of my forebears. It took me 4 months, but do they call me MacGregor the bar-builder? Noooooo. "
"You know the dock that your ferry landed at the night before? I built that dock with me own bare hands, finely honing each joint so that it would withstand the weather that mother nature unravels upon it. It took nigh a year, but do they call me MacGregor the dock-builder? Noooooo."
"And do you recall the livery stable you passed on the way into town? I stood that stable up in six months, with nary a bit o' help. To this day that stable is one of the finest in all of Scotland. But do they call me MacGregor that stable-maker? Nooooooo."
"But you **** one goat..."
When I got back into biking I ended up with a 1200 Sportster with very loud pipes. Its nickname was Boanerges. A few religious friends caught on to the reference to Mark 3:17 where some translations called the disciples James and John "Sons of thunder" due to their impetuous tempers.
Ouch. Obviously there is a systemic issue there. Maybe the visual field past the gate is cluttered? In any case, whoever installed a gate on the trail should be putting much more obvious signage on it.
Ouch. Obviously there is a systemic issue there. Maybe the visual field past the gate is cluttered? In any case, whoever installed a gate on the trail should be putting much more obvious signage on it.
It’s probably a pedestrian trail. The town installed staggered bollards at a few choke points on walking trails around here to stop bikes from screaming down walking trails.
It’s probably a pedestrian trail. The town installed staggered bollards at a few choke points on walking trails around here to stop bikes from screaming down walking trails.
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