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Edited on Mon Jun-13-05 10:23 PM by BiggJawn
So I'm heading down the road and a a truck passes me, signalling a left turn at the "Tee".
Sitting at the "T" is an old beater that I swear looked like an old Pinto. They wait for the truck to turn, then start into the inersection. Right at the same moment I enter it. I have the RoW.
"Hey! Hey!" I bellow, in way of warning...
"FUCK YOU, YOU FAG!!!!" shouts the skinheaded passenger.
I shake my head.
Passenger goes stone-fucking BESERK! Guess a head-shake creates "issues" for him. He's hanging out the window now, all his torso hanging out, a lot of $$$$ worth of ink showing on his arms and shoulders, screaming, flipping me off with one hand, shaking his beer with the other. the driver's flipping me off out the other side.
I shake my head again.
They THROW their beer bottles down. Glass and suds EVERYWHERE!
"Self" I say to myself, "Those boys got some SERIOUS problems, wasting beer on a fat guy on a bicycle like that..." I easily guide "La Velo Rouge" around the spilled Budweiser. Budweiser. Figures....
They speed off. A quarter mile up the road, I find more beer bottles. then another pair. and ANOTHER pair of empties. the empties didn't break, they're just rolling around in the road.
I figure our Aryan Warriors are heading into the same town i was heading for to get a "reload", so I modify the route.
Had a deer cross in front of me, spent a mile under a nice tree canopy, went down a creek valley at 38MPH and climbed the other side WITHOUT having to get off and walk...
No further sign of the assholes. Maybe they found an old man on a rascal scooter to terrorize...
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