Fats. Breaking the rules every damn time. I can’t even enjoy a run on the hiking/biking trails without a cheese rapist ruining it. The trails have signs posted at the entrance clearly stating that motor vehicles aren’t allowed. So OF COURSE a femayo in a fucking GOLF CART is driving around with her damn dog in the passenger seat. It pulled over to let me pass and tried to smile at me. I glared at it until I passed it. Give your damn dog a walk! Poor dog.