This was my despair last time I was in Dartmouth. It was clear to me that my lifestyle of doing everything on a bicycle was completely alien, impossible in Dartmouth.
I went to a restaurant to meet my family for dinner. In Berlin I’d take my bike, with the whole family, or we could take a train, or we could walk…
This restaurant camp in Dartmouth is hell on earth to me. Only accessible by car. And EVERYONE IS THERE. The parking lot is full.
I’m ruined for such a place. It would have to be destroyed by a natural disaster and completely rebuilt and reorganized for me to live there. Or the Russians could invade. Hm.
Bill Murray. That is correct.
This was my despair last time I was in Dartmouth. It was clear to me that my lifestyle of doing everything on a bicycle was completely alien, impossible in Dartmouth.
I went to a restaurant to meet my family for dinner. In Berlin I’d take my bike, with the whole family, or we could take a train, or we could walk…
This restaurant camp in Dartmouth is hell on earth to me. Only accessible by car. And EVERYONE IS THERE. The parking lot is full.
I’m ruined for such a place. It would have to be destroyed by a natural disaster and completely rebuilt and reorganized for me to live there. Or the Russians could invade. Hm.
I love it. The malls and the driving don't bother me. I go both ways.
I love my truck. Electric scooters? Not so much. They have a much larger lifetime carbon footprint per kilometer than my big red bundle of joy.