“I had a brain that felt like pancake batter;”
- the White Stripes
The weather: is crazy-stupid. I’m alternating between switching on the fan and the heater.
I just rode in a heavy downpour for the first time since that day. As I was coming down the hill, talking myself through it out loud, just near the last intersection before home, some prick in a black 4 wheel drive pulls out from the curb in front of me without indicating. I feel the skid, but I’m prepared and going slow, and glide to a stop next to him. I breathe for a second, and look over at the guy next to me.
He’s wound down his window and smiles at me and says: “Bit dangerous riding in the rain, isn’t it?”
Yes especially when dickheads pullout so suddenly, you fuck.
“Indeed it is.”
“Why don’t you get yourself a car?”
Why don’t you learn how to drive yours?
“I like my bike. It’s better for the environment than what you’re driving.”
Ass.
This is why I can never get a motor bike; something very not good will definitely happen.
The guy is definitely a cock, blithely unaware of the fact.
you know, everything we do in life involves calculated risks. some risks are more worth taken than others.
but yes. This guy was a total cock. And totally unaware of that fact.