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Sunday, June 01, 2003
This Message Goes Out to...
... the old man fooker in his new corvette, who wanted me to become a concrete barrier.
How do you like driving 20km/h in your vette? Not fun? I didn't think so!
After a quiet dinner with my gf and her friends in downtown, I jumped on my bike back home to Richmond. Following closely to the speed limit (as I didn't have my wallet), I was coming down granville st bridge. As you know the bridge has 4 lanes coming south, 2 going towards granville st, and 2 off to west 4th. I was in the 3rd lane (ie: going on granville), and I passed this new vette with some old guy driving it. He was in the 2nd lane (which would be going towards west 4th).
What caught my eye about this vette was the bright color PDA that he had mounted on the center of his windshield. In the passenger seat looked like his high maintainance wife putting on her makeup. I passed the vette and continued to look ahead for the turn coming up. The next thing I notice is the vette is back on my right side and is moving his way into my lane with no signal. The shocker was he was doing this right where the road splits up, so he only had about 15-20' before he would hit the center divder. I pulled hard in the turn into the left lane, and just gained control, when I noticed him pulling harder into my lane... AGAIN. Yeap the 4th lane. My future life passed before my eyes. I saw myself as a concrete barrier. Watching all the cars and bikes pass me for the rest of my still life.
I was able to rip the throttle back enough, and he then only noticed that I was in his path of destruction. After he realigned his car in the right lane, I pulled up next to him at the red light.
I polietly ask "WHY DON'T YOU LEARN TO DRIVE YOU CAR MORON!!!!", and he replied with a finger wave. A "middle" finger wave, not looking at me. Too bad I had stopped about 3 feet away from his car, otherwise for the first time I felt like putting a nice dent in his side door.
Green light I moved up ahead, and noticed my gf in her friends car up ahead. I pulled up to them at the red light and explained the fooker behind them. I asked them to ahem, follow the speed limit... my speed limit. We continued for the next 5 blocks or so driving at around 20-30km, and had the moron block behind us. We then went our ways, and the moron went his way.
Now that i'm home safe and sound, I feel like I really should of tested my boots on his car door, or my glove knuckles on his window. Would it of been so hard for him to say "sorry mang, are you okay?", but instead wave me off with the finger?
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by Unknown on 11:25 AM
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