Dirt bike cakes

Together 23 years, married for 14, Mom of 3… 22 female, 20 female, 13 male. My husband and I were teen parents, I obtained my GED at 16 while pregnant and he completed the 8th grade as his mom allowed him to quit school and work. We both grew up with different lifestyles, I came from a very broken, dysfunctional family, drug addicted alcoholics whom had no business raising children and he came from a family that wasn’t exactly broken because mom and dad were still together but they weren’t exactly happy either. His mom was/is a people pleaser and his dad is just a quiet wholesome, man. When our girls were younger I required them to have no lower that a C in their classes and ABSOLUTELY no missing assignments, if they had poor grades or missing assignments then they were grounded until grades were up to par and there were no longer missing assignments 🤷🏼‍♀️ natural consequences in my eyes. Our son 13 has two Fs and a totals of 30 MISSING ASSIGNMENTS throughout all of his classes. I am in contact with his teachers and principal on a regular basis and I always have his back and I have no problem advocating for my children, but I’m also not dumb and I know my kid and he’s no angel so I make sure to hear BOTH sides of the story…His chores are minimal ( feed the dogs and empty the dishwasher…sometimes twice a day maybe 3 if we have had company or have been meal prepping) He LOVES to ride dirt bikes and I absolutely support this activity… However I feel like riding is a privilege, my husband is and has always been very supportive with this sport and he spends so much time and money preparing our son for races that he said our son WILL race he just can’t free ride with his friends regardless of his grades. This is and has been an ongoing argument for some time now, I want to put my foot down and give my husband some ultimatums, 1. You either back me up and he doesn’t race if he doesn’t have passing grades, or 2. I set all my husbands contact information as primary and he solely has to deal with his schooling and the logins calls. 3. Throw my hands up and say screw it and walk away… My husband and I got into a decent argument this evening over this and he basically said is BS and he doesn’t back me up about my requirements to be able to ride. AITA?

Hello, I am looking for bike recommendations. I’m specifically looking for a electric dirt bike like a talaria/surron/e-moto. I want it to be street legal, good on dirt, fast, and high quality. I’m completely new to e-bikes and dirt bikes, so I want something that wouldn’t require much maintenance/mods. My max budget is around $5k. Any input would be greatly appreciated.

I realized that the reason my ex hurt me so badly is that I saw her as a salvation. Beta, low T, whatever, sure.
I did everything for her, baked, cooked, cleaned, adopted her cats, bought her a bike, a Stata license, tried to teach her how to drive, learned how to cook and bake cakes, drove her all over, helped with her personal debt, paid the rent, bought organic groceries, proofread and edited her papers, helped her read theorists she didn't understand, always took her to get ice cream or walk around the cattle fields whenever she wanted, bought her every book she wanted.
She was my only friend for years, I took a chance and moved across the continent with her, and then she began abusing me in any way possible: financially, ran up a ton of credit card and loan debt, emotionally, wouldn't let me make new friends, cut me off from my old friends, started fights with my department cohort, accused me of cheating constantly, get drunk and hit me, called me a fag, gay, ugly, barely a man, more than a few times told me to "just transition, you look like an infant anyway, it'll be no loss," called me a colonizer, shitty white man, mediocre white man, once tried slitting my throat and screaming that Marx wanted the subalterns to kill the parasites, meaning whites, meaning me, told me to kill myself every time I accomplished something and that everyone would be relieved, take my phone and call my family racist over text and instagram then delete the messages, search my phone for "evidence" of cheating or that I told anyone what happened, install Tinder on her phone randomly and swipe in front of my face, have me drive her to Topeka or Kansas City then get angry when I would ask if we could hang out closer.
Now I'm back home and I truly feel like I have nothing to live for.
Other than a hookup or two I haven't tried dating. I go lift and I feel like it's all vanity. I read a book and then I cry that I don't have any friends or children to talk about it with, I look at my body and I see a freak, I shoot myself with the meds I now depend on and feel like a monster that should have been thrown off of the cliffs of Taygetus, I write patches and maintain some software projects as a hobby and that feels futile and vapid, I ask my brother and sisters to hang out and they make plans without me because "I" called them racist from across the country for four years (btw now I know why they refused to visit even though I called up every month for them to come visit). I think about becoming a bitter old man in my 50's and wonder if I even want to know how bad things can get.

Hi - I am looking for a foldable e-bike or e-scooter which is both compact and has larger tires for going on dirt trails. Light weight would be good.
The purpose is for shuttling back up the river after I have floated down it to fish so range not super important Thanks !

I got a new bike about 6 weeks ago and it came equipped with WTB Slick tires. I plan to commute with it, generally on pavement. But there are times when the paved surface I'm riding on gets disrupted by road maintenance, or when I find myself on a short dirt or gravel trail trying to get from one paved trail to another. I even found myself slipping on a patch of sand that had washed onto a side walk I was riding on. It seems getting tires with a ,"rougher" tread pattern like the Continental Ride Tour would give me better grip on various surfaces. My question is whether it would make a difference to buy new tires, like the Continentals, now, or should I just wait until the WTB tires wear out and need to be replaced? My tire size is 700c x 32mm.
Thanks.

I see a lot of bikes in trucks around Placer County. Are there spots I don’t know about besides mammoth bar and forest hill? I assumed you guys don’t take your race bikes there because of red sticker?

I’ve (F36) been with my boyfriend (M34) for 2.5 years, long distance. In the beginning, obviously things were great. However, early on, I started to see some red flags.
He would lie about the stupidest things…things that didn’t even make sense to lie about. For example, I had visited him and made up a bunch of breakfast sandwiches for him to take to work. After I had gone home, he called me one morning saying that the sandwiches were great. He verbatim said, “I had one while I was running around the house getting ready and another one while I was driving to work.” Later in the day, I said “so those sandwiches were good, huh?” He said “what? I told you I was rushing today. I didn’t have any time for breakfast.” It honestly really scared me, and we never got to the bottom of it. His final comment on the situation was “it worries me, I don’t remember saying any of that to you.”
For reference…he has had multiple head traumas due to abuse by his mom and her boyfriends, abuse by his stepdad, dirt bike accidents, getting kicked in the head by his horses, and when he was married, he mouthed off and got whacked in the head with a frying pan by his ex…
Anyway, he’s VERY generous due to his high paying job and supports me with $1000/month which I apply to my rent (which is $1750). The other day I texted him saying I was craving a margarita, and he immediately sent me money to go get myself one. I didn’t need the money, but the gesture was thoughtful.
But lately, he’s just been really sketchy, mean, and self centered.
Sketchy: During the day, he is great about letting me know where he’s going and what he’s doing, usually; come evening though, he will sometimes just fall off the face of the planet and I cannot get a hold of him. He claims he doesn’t hear my calls or texts but he has a watch which is connected to his phone, so I know he’s ignoring me. We’ve talked about it a lot but he just says that he doesn’t need to give me an update every 10 min. And it’s like, no, you don’t…but once every 2 hours should be doable.
Mean: Today I was just having a rough day accompanied by a terrible headache. I called him because I knew he was off work and I just wanted to see if talking with him could put me in a better mood. Regarding my headache, he threw in a quick “you’ll be fine” line. When I told him I was feeling depressed and sad that he never asks how I was doing (more about that later in the “self centered” section), he said “you always tell me! I don’t need to ask! You BOMBARD my phone with 20 messages about your day so there’s no need to ask! I’m not gonna text you every hour and be like ‘how are you?’ I haven’t done that since junior high!” First off…I do text him sometimes, sure, but I do not “bombard” him. And the first thing that came to mind when he said that to me, was ‘he’s insecure that I actually DON’T text or call near as much as I used to, so he’s making things up to make himself feel more important and needed’. I said “well do you prefer that I don’t text you during the day and just wait til you’re off work to talk?” He said “umm no. That’s a game. Don’t play games with me.” I thought it was a possible solution…
Self Centered: Today, he knew I had a long commute in very stressful traffic. Instead of asking how my drive was, he texted me that he had broken his truck window, followed by a picture. Honestly, he’s not great at responding to my messages, and since I was driving, I didn’t respond. He eventually called to tell me the WHOLE story in FULL detail, not once, but twice! This is very common. He will tell me a story, and then tell me the same exact story again. And if I say “oh you already told me that”, he gets angry! So I just have to listen and come up with a new reaction, otherwise he will say I’m being rude. It’s like, he just loves the attention from his stories.
Later on, we were talking about my work and I started to tell him a story. He thought he knew what I was going to say so he tried to finish my sentence. I gently said, “oh, no that isn’t what I was going to say.” He said “oh, well that’s what I’M going to say.” I responded with an “ohhhkay…” which caused him to loudly exhale and say “FINE, what were you going to say?! My God!”
He can really be so mean. And we’ve tried talking about it, which just results in him talking over me, and not listening to anything that I say.
It’s been about three months since we have seen each other and I’m actually supposed to head his way next week for his niece’s wedding.
I know that he will be working the whole time I am there with the exception of the day of the wedding, so we won’t have to spend a lot of time together. Pretty sad to say that.
I just feel like he’s such a broken person who has been through so much trauma in his life. He really does have a lot of amazing qualities, but I feel like I just see less and less of them. I pray about the relationship all the time, but is there a point that I need to leave and just let God handle him when he’s not in a relationship?

I've never ridden a dirt bike before and need some recommendations for my first one. I won't be riding on a track mostly just want something for riding around the farm. Grass fields, dirt roads and maybe occasional trail riding. I want something that I won't get bored of later on. I will be buying used on Facebook marketplace.

15 years old. 5’7 and 130lbs. Never rode a dirt bike before. I like to go fast. Would buy used on Facebook marketplace.
Out of these bikes which objectively is the best for me and why?

• ttr230
• crf230f
• yz125
• rm125

Howdy y'all. I haven't posted for awhile so I thought I'd give another short story a try. This takes place during Chapter 2 after Kris, Susie and Ralsei split temporarily leaving Kris alone. Hope you enjoy.
An Honest Conversation
Kris, Susie and Ralsei came up to a split in the road in Cyber City, Ralsei noting the occasion by walking up in front of the group and looking towards Kris and Susie as they wondered what he had to say.
"Seems we've come to a split in the road. We should split up--Kris, who do you want to go with?" Ralsei looked to the human, slightly annoying Susie.
"Why does Kris get to pick all the time?!" Susie walked up towards Ralsei, grabbing him by the shirt. "You're coming with me."
With that, a blank faced Kris was left behind as Susie took off down the northern alley leaving the human behind to fend for himself.
"SUSIE!!" Ralsei shouted.
"WHAT?!"Susie responded.
"you can put me down." The goat Darkner whispered in slight annoyance.
"...oh." Susie gently stopped running, putting the hairy goat Darkner down. "Sorry."
"Why'd you leave Kris behind like that?" Ralsei asked, wiping off his green robes.
"He'll be fine." Susie sighed. "Sides...I was kinda nervous he'd choose me."
"Why?" Ralsei inquired.
"We just became friends yesterday, ya doofus." Susie explained, sitting down against the alley wall. "I'm not ready for that conversation...yet."
"That conversation?" Ralsei raised an eyelid.
"What, are you a million questions Ralsei today?"
"I'm sorry, I'm kinda new to this whole friends thing myself." Ralsei looked down.
Susie sighed, remembering that very fact herself.
"Yeah, kinda hard just having a Ralsei statue as company I suppose." Susie mused, wiping her snout. "The thing is...me and Kris have always been on the opposite end of the spectrum. Kris...he's had security his whole life. Me, I've had shitty parents and no guarantee of a good meal or warm bed. It sucks. I treated him like dirt for the longest time Ralsei. One time, I came pretty damn close to really hurting him. If I didn't stop myself right then I would've done it. I was mad at him...he was so socially awkward, never talked to anyone, kept to himself. Despite everything I did, Kris risked his life for mine. For the first time in my life, I was scared to lose someone. I saw the King holding Kris in his disgusting hands, using the very same words I muttered earlier..."QUIET PEOPLE PISS ME OFF" he uttered his tongue out. It hit me what I had to do."
"Susie, I think it's clear to me that Kris would listen and not judge you given his actions." Ralsei sat down, playing with his fur.
"You think?" Susie asked. "I hardly know the kid. All I know for sure is that he has the greatest Mom ever and that his hair smells annoyingly of apples. You don't know what willpower it took for me NOT to take a bite outta that kid's head."
"I'm sure he'd get you an apple if you asked." Ralsei snickered at the thought.
"His Mom makes good pies...I'll have to pester Kris to have his Mom make us some of her cinnamon-butterscotch pies she's known for." Susie drooled at the thought. "You should come to the Light World sometime, Ralsei. You'd enjoy it."
"I'll...keep that in mind." Ralsei looked away, dodging the question as nimbly as he could.
"I mean it! We three and Lancer would be invincible!" Susie grinned, just thinking of it. "You could be Ms. Alphy's teacher's pet and Lancer could dig all the holes in town he wanted. There's enough pot holes already as it is...a few more wouldn't hurt I suppose."
"I'm sure it would be wonderful, Susie." Ralsei acknowledged.
"Well, just think about it." Susie let end it there, seeing the troubled look on Ralsei's face. There was something he obviously wasn't telling her but it could wait. She didn't want to ruin this. "Look, the real reason I dragged you into this path was--I want to ask you about Kris."
"Kris? What about?" Ralsei asked.
"Don't tell Kris I said any of what I'm about to tell you. And I mean NONE of it Ralsei." Susie narrowed her eyes.
"My lips are zipped." Ralsei meekly responded.
"Good." Susie sighed. "After we left the Dark World yesterday, I felt things I hadn't felt ever...I wasn't sure what happened was real. All I knew was that I felt them and that I didn't want to lose them...most of all, I didn't want to lose Kris. Kris...the kid I hated for my all time in Hometown I now couldn't stand to be without. I thought of em' the whole night. I didn't get any sleep Ralsei and trust me, that bed you presented earlier was VERY tempting...you bastard."
"S-Sorry."
"It's ok...I'm just venting here. Anyway...I guess what I'm saying is that I don't know how I should go about this whole thing."
"When did you plan to have...the conversation?"
"Sometime in the Dark World, when it was just me and Kris."
"Why don't you talk to him when you guys are done with this adventure? You could walk him home." Ralsei suggested.
"Say Kris, why don't I walk ya home and we can talk serious junk...yeah Rals, that'll go down real well."
"R-Rals?"
"What, no one ever called you a nickname?" Susie raised an eyebrow.
"Well, insults like toothpaste boy not withstanding...Rals isn't bad." Ralsei blushed.
"Geez, I'm gonna have to teach you a LOT." Susie moaned, slapping the side of her snout. "Don't expect these lessons to be free either, toothpaste boy. You're gonna have to make a lot of cakes."
"S-Sure." Ralsei sweat. "I mean it though...don't make a big deal, just...offer to walk him home and just bring it up when you two are nice and relaxed."
"Like, when we're sitting down or something? Like now?"
"Yeah! We're talking, having a serious conversation aren't we?" Ralsei nodded in glee.
"No, we're talking about rainbows." Susie rolled her eyes.
"W-We are?" Ralsei second guessed himself.
"NO...that was SARCASM." Susie sighed once again. "I swear with this guy..."
"Sarcasm?"
"I swear I'm gonna call you Million Questions Ralsei forever if you don't stop." Susie crossed her arms. "It's when you want to express annoyance but do it indirectly."
"Huh. I'll have to try that..."
"Can we focus?" Susie snapped.
"O-Oh, sorry--so Kris, what do you want to ask him?"
"I try asking him if we'd still be friends if I opened that supply closet door and you guys weren't there but I chickened out at the last second. I didn't want to think about the possibility of that not being a thing."
Ralsei went silent, looking at Susie as she looked to the ground thinking of Kris in that moment.
"Susie, I didn't realize that Kris meant that much to you." Ralsei rubbed the back of his head. "Am I the one you should really be asking for advice on this? I mean, after all I'm...just learning how to be a friend. And you've done all the teaching thus far."
"Kris and I just became friends. The thought of losing that just scares me...scares me to my very core. The little I did sleep I had a nightmare. It was me and him in front of that bunker door in the woods. He was shaking the whole time, scared of something--I asked him what was wrong. He wouldn't tell me, backing away each time I walked towards the door. Suddenly, the door opened and a look of terror that I've never seen on him erupted on Kris' face. He looked at me, reached out to me but was sucked in and I had to watch as the doors closed on him. I couldn't save him, Ralsei! Kris almost died trying to save me yesterday Ralsei...I don't want to lose him." Susie began to break down. "All this time, I've treated that kid LIKE SHIT and despite everything, he still stuck his neck out for me. What do you say to that!? What do you do with that?! Jesus..."
Susie stood up, sniffling and wanting to begin walking again.
"H-Hey...Susie."Ralsei got up, gently putting a hand on Susie's arm, Susie growing stiff at the contact, Ralsei quickly pulling his hand away.
"Y-Yeah?" Susie turned around, trying to regain her composure.
"My offer still stands. I could teach you some healing spells, if you're up for it. Of course, the lessons would be payment for your advice from earlier." Ralsei offered. "This could help you protect Kris."
"They're hiding something Ralsei, I know it." Susie said. "It troubles Kris, even before we came to the Dark World. If there's something Kris knows and is trying to solve, I want to be prepared for the worst case scenario. I want to protect him."
"Then we'll start with the basics and on the way, refine your approach to conversation starters, all right?" Ralsei smirked.
"R-Rals?"
"Yes, Susie?"
"You're not half bad." Susie smirked, putting an arm around him.
"T-Thanks." Ralsei blushed. "I don't suppose that would translate to hugging..."
"DO NOT PUSH YOUR LUCK."

This guy is for sale near me for $175 Canadian Rupees.
I'm thinking of getting a second bike as a dirt jumper. Idea is to get a used 26" hard tail from a reputable brand and do a single speed conversion. Is the above a good candidate? Is my idea dumb overall and should just be aborted in the first trimester?

hello, i'm seeking some advice and answers regarding riding/bikes as i'm potentially interested. I'm basically just gonna ask a bunch of questions and hope the knowledgeable group of people here can answer.
Disclaimer: I know i can find a lot of the answers i want on google, but i prefer to get answers from genuine experienced humans personally.
It's important to note i grew up riding dirt bikes my whole childhood so im very familiar with the riding style of bikes in general and basic operation, but not sure between the differences of that and street bikes.
anyways i was thinking of looking into getting a used rig maybe at the end of summer but don't even really know where to start looking, i'm also 5'2 which i'm sure will be a big enough issue for me while in my search.
What characteristics to look for in a bike? What characteristics to avoid? (brands, common mechanical issues, etc) Common scams with used bikes?
I also want to know about gear, how much does it run you? what's most important? what gear do you actually need vs what's cosmetic? Brands? etc.
How practical is daily commuting ? Driving in rain, even snow? i live in Canada so winter is also something to note.
How are bikes on gas? Insurance? What are the hidden fees i should know about?
Overall just any insight would be helpful.

hello, i'm seeking some advice and answers regarding riding/bikes as i'm potentially interested. I'm basically just gonna ask a bunch of questions and hope the knowledgeable group of people here can answer.
Disclaimer: I know i can find a lot of the answers i want on google, but i prefer to get answers from genuine experienced humans personally.
It's important to note i grew up riding dirt bikes my whole childhood so im very familiar with the riding style of bikes in general and basic operation, but not sure between the differences of that and street bikes.
anyways i was thinking of looking into getting a used rig maybe at the end of summer but don't even really know where to start looking, i'm also 5'2 which i'm sure will be a big enough issue for me while in my search.
What characteristics to look for in a bike? What characteristics to avoid? (brands, common mechanical issues, etc) Common scams with used bikes?
I also want to know about gear, how much does it run you? what's most important? what gear do you actually need vs what's cosmetic? Brands? etc.
How practical is daily commuting ? Driving in rain, even snow? i live in Canada so winter is also something to note.
How are bikes on gas? Insurance? What are the hidden fees i should know about?
Overall just any insight would be helpful.

I was in my car, got rear ended getting off the interstate today, and my car is totaled. I went to the hospital and have no injuries besides being sore.
Is it a bad idea to take the back roads to work on my bike for the next few weeks? I’m rusty on riding my motorcycle cos it’s tallish and I’m 5 foot, but I can ride my dirt bike easy.
Just nervous after being hit I think lol

I met my ex husband at 15, I fell for him immediately. We talked, hung out, messed around off and on until one day at 20 years old I found out I was pregnant.
He said he wanted to raise this child with me, we figured we might as well get married cause it was gonna happen someday anyway. We were dirt poor but he worked 13 hour days, and I was a stay at home mom because we both agreed that we wanted our child to have that. We made sacrifices to make sure she had everything. Sacrifies to our pride, our wants and needs.
I ended up back in therapy 6 months later because I was struggling, no sleep, husband who couldn't really help cause he was exhausted from work. Got diagnosed with ptsd, major depressive disorder and Undefined as yet mood disorder, started working at getting myself healthy for my daughter. Confronting all my trauma.
We bought a house, a beautiful 4 bedroom old house. When she was 3 we found out I was pregnant again, and we were so excited. Covid hit right when he was born so we got to spend that time together as a family.
November of 2021 I found my whole world crashing down around me, my husband had cheated on me. I didn't know what to do. I felt my whole world crashing down around me, I tried to talk to him to work through it with him, but I found out he lied to me again during those talks and I decided I had to love myself enough to leave.
So I did, I left the marriage with little to no money to my name. An entire adult life spent being a stay at home mom, no job skills, no school, but I thought I'd just have to pull myself up by my bootstraps and get it done. Unfortunately that didn't happen. I was broken, I was so broken and struggled to keep a job down. I struggled to keep rent paid, I was so depressed I'd go weeks without being able to get out of bed, eating a block of cheese at 2am then nothing for 3 days.
I tried to have split custody, and I couldn't afford good to put on the table. I had no family, and friends who didn't help and weren't there. I had also gotten into an abusive relationship. I was sinking, I had no will to live through each day.
I told my ex husband I was unable to take care of our kids at the time, and asked him if he could please take full custody for the time. I rotted, I had several psychosis episodes that lasted for months. Got diagnosed with BPD and later autism. Attempted suicide 2 times, went inpatient 4 times, teetered on the edge of drug and alcohol addiction but managed to pull myself out of that.
Eventually I just crashed. I had been barely scraping by for 2 years and I just crashed and burned. I had to have a roommate move in to help me afford the apartment, and she'd fucked me over really bad and we got evicted.
I called someone who's like a big sister to me, we hadn't spoken since my divorce, she took me in and helped me get back on my feet. An I've had this job now for a full year, been in therapy consistently for a year, have kept my vehicle paid on time. My credit is in shambles, I can't open a bank account and I see my kids every week....
But I look back everyday at the photos of them right before the divorce and I hate myself for being so absent for 2 years. I missed my daughter's first day of school, my sons first sentences, and learning to ride a bike.
I have so much regret, and guilt and I've been working so hard trying to save for a house, only being able to afford a room with roommates, I want my children back so badly. I currently work with children and I feel guilty every single day that I'm spending this time 5 days a week with other people's kids and I see mine on the weekends.
I never saw my life happening like this, I didn't think I would hit rock bottom so hard, I didn't think I'd ever spend two years of my life struggling to find a reason to breathe. An I fought so hard to get out of there, to get back to healthy and the work only starts there. There's a giant hole I dug for myself when I had no presence of mind for the consequences and it's so hard not to hate myself, not to live buried in regret and shame.
I feel like I have failed, so utterly. An I have to fight to love myself, to be the person my children deserve, and some days it feels like everything is working against me. But I'm trying.

Alright so I’m buying a 250 for my first bike by the time summer ends, what brand of dirt bike should I go with?

Had a really rough day at the jump spot last week. Overshot a hip and a step up really bad, resulting in a face plant and otb. Almost broke my collarbone both times. Unfortunately it bent the shit out of the bars due to the hard landings. Current bars are spank spoon 40. Thinking about sizing up to 50mm rise. What rise bars are people running? I primarily ride dirt jumps and some occasional street and pumptracks. Will a higher rise bar make the bike feel more comfortable/maneuverable in the air? (I’m 5’ 8”, stem is 42mm, 620mm top tube length) I was thinking about getting spank spike 800 race or title ah1 as I need something stronger and I like the look of them. What are some recommendations for a good set of bars?

I have been in Nanaimo 5 years and my observation is this….people spend their “extra” money on hobbies rather than small businesses. They spend on RV’s, dirt bikes, mountain bikes, boats, etc. I am not saying there are no small businesses that support those hobbies, but there are way more traditional small businesses like coffee shops, cafes, nail salons, etc. that tend to survive in a less “nature accessible city” like Victoria or Vancouver.
Think about it, if you are a small business supporting outdoor activities, the goal is to sell a product then send your customer off into the wilderness. No reason to stick around the business/community. But if you are a coffee shop, you want people to stay and spend money on food and drink. Keep people in the community. Both are great business objectives. But the fact we have so much nature has made the “traditional” small business less likely to survive.
If someone has some spare cash in Nanaimo, they are going to spend it on their hobby rather than a $100 lunch. So I think that is why we don’t have the “food scene” or “thriving downtown”. If you live downtown vancouver in a condo, a more accessible activity would be going out for lunch rather than keeping a dirt bike in your parking garage.
We could collectively make an effort to make those scenes thrive, but at the end of the day, are you going to go downtown for a $5 coffee or go paddle board westwood. Nanaimo people will rent the paddle board.
Am I wrong, right, or half right?

I’m 19 and have been collecting since childhood but haven’t met people who collect my age yet. I know there’s bound to be some. I know majority of people don’t even take a second glance at a bunch of broken glass in the dirt like I would. I walk through thick forests to find some of them and some others are right off bike paths.