So why do speed limits that apply to vehicles, not apply to cycles?
Because it’s not a MOTORISED vehicle. The speed limit doesn’t apply to horse- or dog-drawn carriages or carts, or wheelbarrows, handcarts and non-motorised mowers for that matter.
All classes of vehicles have at least one speed limit, which is about 3.10^8 metres/second. Cycles are no exception.
Forgive me if I’ve related this before, but it is asserted that the racial-purity enthusiast Lady Birdwood gave a talk in Scotland, at the end of which a question came from the audience:
“You say your ancestors came over with William the Conqueror?”
“Yes.”
“Then f*** off back to France, yer Norman bitch!”
Transfinite mathematics is a delusional metaphysics much worse than Aristotelian metaphysics. I cannot believe that something like that can exist in the age of critical thinking.
Sometimes, I fail to understand myself.
[Loud banging on the ceremonial shield at the door]
“OMGawds. I just woke up. It’s still in the small hours, barely noon. See who’s at the door.”
“At once, mistress.”
[Sounds from the vestibule]
“Mistress, a slave from your honored guests of last night. He bears a text. It reads, ‘What an orgy, how are V today?’”
“Then [groan] I must text back. Send in a scribe, but with a short scroll, the size, as they say, ‘Of a tweet of a small bird, not of the screech of a sacred owl.’”
Julie Andrews used to tell of an early night in the run of Camelot when, the theater being un-air-conditioned, the stage door was left open against the heat. A dog wandered in and shit on the stage as they were singing “It’s May” – which includes this refrain:
Whence this fragrance wafting through the air?
What sweet feelings does its scent transmute?
Whence this perfume floating ev’rywhere?
I do NOT like Micro$oft either. The idea that intellectual property is for sale is like prostitution. It invites corruption by gangs or robber barons. Sir,would you suggest a way to totally avoid Micro$oft harlotry and still get a reliable product. ADVISE.
In the corporate world, it needs to first convince US’ Fortune 500 companies to stop relying on Micro$oft.
And as home users, you have to stop playing DirectX games. 
Hey Boss, thanks for the reference letter. I appreciate the effort but I have to wonder if there was a transcription error. Did you mean to write “He would be an asshat in any position?”
Perhaps the boss’s name was Richard Head.
Perhaps he was only working in a party-time position?
… or a green shade as a stupor visor?
And God said to Adam, “I made the little vermin. You give them names, I can’t be arsed. Start with the beetles, I’ve got an inordinate fondness for them.” — Genesis 2:19
The rats surely will survive us. Already Jesus know: “The squeak will inherit the earth!”
It is good manners to use a pre-printed label and include the postcode. The customs regarding how one wraps the High Court Judge as a parcel depend largely on the size and age of the judge. For instance it is pretty much de rigeur to wrap a fat old High Court Judge in plain brown paper, whereas it is considered a gross breach of etiquette to insert a tall High Court Judge into a box by folding him. The correct method is to remove the necessary amount of lower leg, and package the feet separately.
Planet hunters say it’s just a matter of time before they lasso Earth’s twin, which almost surely is hiding somewhere in our star-studded galaxy.
“Earth’s twin found: Sun denies being the father.”
