Next time you decide to fuck around with a guy on a bike, make sure his pockets are empty.
Story:
While driving back to work from
grabbing my bike, I took the xxx thruway back and just after merging onto it, a rusty, beat, maroon Chevy S-10 pulled next to me, swerving back and forth in his lane, each time coming very close to me in my lane. His passenger then decided to laugh at me and flip me the bird for no reason but to aggravate me.
After several attempts at moving away from this idiot, I found myself next to him in the right hand lane, him in the center lane. His passenger had his leg out the window, dirty baseball cap backwards and nasty dirty feet swaying in the wind. I was just about to make my exit when the truck swerved at me again, this time within feet of hitting me. Now I was pissed, so I continued on xxx past my exit while next to this asshole to get his plate number, but as I slowed down to do so, this happened:
The passenger pointed, laughed and spit his chewing tobacco at me, hitting my visor, my windscreen and all over my jacket and tank! After I flipped my visor up to see and figured out what happened I was pissed.
This is where I had enough, I dropped a gear, pulled past the truck and reached in my left pocket. I happen to keep about $2 in quarters for tolls at all time. So…I pulled up and granbed a nice handful and whipped the change at the windshield, watching it crack and bounce off of the truck.
I then slowed down, flipped off the two punk asses and took my exit.
Next time you fuck with a guy on a bike, think twice. I hope your windshield is shattered you inbred motherfuckers.
Call me an asshole, squid or whatever you want, but I’ve had it with people this summer, enough is fucking enough.
/rant.
Happy 4th of July btw.
