Maybe it's time...
sturd
Last Friday I was coming home from the local 'berg where
I do my banking/post office stuff. Went the long way home
as it was pretty nice. On a long downhill where I suppose
I'm going 25mph or so, a chick in a minivan slowly pulled
up next to me, looked at me through the passenger window,
and turned right into a driveway.
By some miracle of old reflexes and front disc brake (I put
on a couple years ago as the rim brakes don't work
at all when they ice up), I managed a stoppey and just
bumped her right rear fender. I then punched the back
window and she stopped to yell at me. I punched
her driver side sliding door hard, gave her the finger,
and left. Last I saw her she was still yelling.
That was weird and a little scary. Then today I think
I saw Elvis.
I'm sitting at a light near the high school, on the bicycle.
A bunch, maybe 20, of 15 year olds are standing on the sidewalk
next to me and the road, waiting for the same light as me.
Up next to me pulls a nice looking Firechicken with loud
pipes. There is no right on red there, because of the
school I suppose, so this guy- Elvis - pulls up past me,
into the intersection, and puts on his right turn signal.
When the light changes, Elvis guns it, cuts me off and
nearly hits one of the kids who bangs his rright door with
a fist. The guy stops in the middle of the intersection, opens
the door and starts yelling about how a bunch of punks
should respect a veteran on veteran's day.
I guess being a veteran doesn't prevent you from being
a jerk.
Anyway, as Elvis approaches the kid who hit the
car with his fist, the kid challenges him to fight. By
now the crowd of kids is mostly on the other side of the
car, in the middle of the road, with the exception of
fighting kid.
I had my phone out and had called the cops by now.
The fighting kid jumps into the yard behind him and
starts peeling his coat and yelling for the guy to
come fight. As the guy crosses the sidewalk, the
car suddenly shuts off.
On of the other kids throws the keys about 50 feet to
another kid who takes off as the crowd suddenly
dissa-fucking-pears, including fighting kid.
I had moved on down the road 100 yards by then
and figured if the cops want a statement, they've got
my phone number.
Too weird. Maybe it's time to put the bicycle away
for the winter.
Naaaaaahhhhhh.
Go fast. Take chances.
Mike S.
JayC
Back when I did a stint in motorcycle driving school - a requirement
to get a license in RI - they taught us that the biggest danger to
motorcyclists is young women (statistically). Must be that depth-
perception problem thing.
> On of the other kids throws the keys about 50 feet to
> another kid who takes off as the crowd suddenly
> dissa-fucking-pears, including fighting kid.
That's f'n hilarious. Totally hilarious. Elvis, meet Karma.
JayC
The Real Bev
> ...to put the bicycle away for the winter.
We don't actually have winter here, but sometimes I wear tights over my bike
shorts. I see other people wearing tights UNDER their shorts, and I wonder
what they do when the tights get too warm.
> Last Friday I was coming home from the local 'berg where
> I do my banking/post office stuff. Went the long way home
> as it was pretty nice. On a long downhill where I suppose
> I'm going 25mph or so, a chick in a minivan slowly pulled
> up next to me, looked at me through the passenger window,
> and turned right into a driveway.
>
> By some miracle of old reflexes and front disc brake (I put
> on a couple years ago as the rim brakes don't work
> at all when they ice up), I managed a stoppey and just
> bumped her right rear fender. I then punched the back
> window and she stopped to yell at me. I punched
> her driver side sliding door hard, gave her the finger,
> and left. Last I saw her she was still yelling.
BTDT. The stupid cow was absolutely clueless about what she'd just done. "But
I didn't see you." She was dropping off her kid at the church nursery school.
I wonder which part offended her more, "stupid" or "cow".
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Cheers, Bev
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