Once upon a time, when Steve hurt himself, he'd moan to his family, saying "I'm like the Little Lame Prince." Everyone rolled their eyes.
Then, he actually read the book (audio book file) (text)(read on screen). Now, I NEVER say that. Instead, I think of the Little Lame Prince when people decry cyclists getting hurt by big bad cars, or blaming the cyclist victims if they get hit while on the shoulder. I just say to myself, "I'm like the Little Lame Prince."
Some things are beyond our control, or the influence of any possible legislation, or anything other than chance. It's always been that way. We can either be crippled by the injustice, or live our lives, and enjoy our journey. It's a tough; sometimes unjust world out there. But it's also beautiful, and you can really EXPERIENCE it on a bike. Be a Little Lame Prince; ride as well as you can, using your bike as a magic travelling cloak, or go hide in your bed and don't complain to me. This blog really ISN'T about bicycle victimhood, or who's fault stuff is, or all that baggage. It's inspired by the example of the Little Lame Prince.
End of rant (no wick intended), y'all live happily ever after now, OK?