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The Hazards of Status!

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cont'd ...

I drive a vehicle that is compatible with city life.
I do not block any one's view. I am an excellent driver -
I have no problem with parking. Nor do I have any sense
of "entitlement." However, I do feel that having a
HUGE utility vehicle in a city makes no sense. That is
my opinion - to which I am entitled. Here is a link that
verifies the fact that I am not the only one who shares
this opinion:

http://www.nosuv.org/melbournetimes.html

I shan't be responding any further to this discussion.

Cheers.
Posted by Foxy, Tuesday, 10 June 2014 1:40:33 PM
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Hi there...

I love it ! FOXY & ONTHEBEACH ! Nothing like a bit of humour to lighten the day from all our worries and our fiscal problems !

Both of you, take good care of yourselves please. And remember; 'Don't do anything that can't be done on a bicycle' ?
Posted by o sung wu, Tuesday, 10 June 2014 5:54:57 PM
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Dear O Sung Wu,

Seeing as its you I shall respond one last time.

A man on a bike, carrying two sacks on his shoulders
was stopped by a guard while crossing the
US-Mexican border.

"What's in the bags?" asked the guard.

"Sand," the cyclist replied.

"Get them off; We need to take a look."

The guard emptied the bags and found they contained nothing
but sand. The man re-loaded his bags and continued across
the border. A week later, the same man was crossing again with
two more bags. The guard demanded to see them, and again
they contained nothing but sand. This continued every week for
6 months, until one day the cyclist failed to appear.

A few days later, that same guard ran into the cyclist in the
city.

"Hey, where have you been?" the guard asked.

"You sure had us wondering! We knew you were smuggling something
across the border. So, tell me and I won't say a word.
What was it?"

The man smiled and told the guard the truth.

"Bicycles!"

See you on another discussion my friend.
Posted by Foxy, Tuesday, 10 June 2014 6:24:49 PM
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