I think this is a shame. Even if you take away the memorials, the bits of plastic and glass and mangled tree left by the towtruck can still be seen, and having a thicket of crosses on sharp bends serves to warn drivers and cheer cyclists (except of course when they were done wrong).
I can understand a guy stealing a coach, particularly if there’s nothing better in the vicinity, but why then go into a bar and steal 19 sarnies and 19 cans of beer? Was there a football team waiting for him somewhere or was he going to consume the lot himself?
Apparently there’s an urban legend in circulation in which, as a cult initiation ceremony, the occupants of an unlit car pursue and murder the occupants of the first car to beep at them–and they’re not actors.
PP senator Carlos Benet has said that Pavía entered Congress on a horse (during the 1874 coup), Tejero with a pistol (this is the 1981 coup that failed), while Zapatero arrived by suburban train (the reference is to the Al Qaeda train bombs before the elections two years ago). I don’t think Pavía actually went…
It says here: He was left for dead along a lonely New Mexico road, and another time he broke an elbow. But little things like that didn’t stop John Triggs, 54, from completing his 13-month, 17,300-mile bicycle odyssey over the backroads of the connected 48 states, Canada and Mexico. Just had a glass of wine…
Des von Bladet links to the story of Anna and Ulf Ström, who have cycled all the way from sunny Sweden to snappy Spain and say that poor Spanish road-planning has sometimes forced them to cycle on motorways. Contractors are actually obliged to build service roads along at least one side of motorways if there…
Were Zapatero to read the Bible as thoroughly as we Carpathian Independents, he’d be in a better position to understand the significance of the first photo-album of his glorious Alliance of Civilisations: the crowds sent to die in a desert in connivance with Morocco, the stigmata on the hands of those who make it over…