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Cosmo Kramer by any other name...

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Managed to roll out of bed for a jog w/ Jack and Jordan. Heal still sore and I was quite lethargic but it was a great morning to meet with those hipsters. Got a nice little bike commute in over to Panera and put down 4 cups of coffee without any response whatsoever. I think I need more sleep. Managed to chat with Mr. Aaron Jagua and as we sat outside his house and admired the newly installed speed bump situated precisely in front of his house, we were serenaded by the screech of breaks and the noise from cars as they hit the bump, regardless of whether they choose to slow or not. I'm going to rant on this one: this is a useless epidemic in Norman and a blight to the already subpar thoroughfares around town. They are putting these things on the very roads that I specifically choose to bike and run over because they are away from heavy traffic but allow for functional transportation around town. I maintian that these things do nothing to dissuade those individuals for whom they are intended from speeding and create a hazard and erratic flow for any sort of traffic. They are really a pain for bike traffic and further impede the creation of a capable bike route around town. Furthermore, they somehow manage to put these things in all over town in rapid fashion, but can't fix the completely scalped surfaces in town showcased on major traffic arteries like Imhoff, Berry, and Pickard. "In the long history of bad ideas, this is a humdinger."

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