rodgerd
9th August 2004, 16:00
So, I need to go pay for some work on one of the cars, and nip out to meet my wife (who's collecting said beastie).
First challenge: some knob on a Kawasaki 1500 has parked his saddlebagged knobmobile across the row of bikes at the Mercer St park at a 45 degree angle, completely locking several in and making it quite the trick to get mine out without knocking his bike over.
Then, on the way back, I get stuck at the lights behind a plonker in his 70s Ford Fairmont. Apparently novel concepts like "noticing a change to green" are new to him. As we trundle along, he then fails to slow down in a posted 30 roadworks area, until he stops in the middle of the road, signalling a left turn that he never actually makes. Broken brake lights, too.
Fucking accident waiting to happen, not paying any attention to anything going on around him.
First challenge: some knob on a Kawasaki 1500 has parked his saddlebagged knobmobile across the row of bikes at the Mercer St park at a 45 degree angle, completely locking several in and making it quite the trick to get mine out without knocking his bike over.
Then, on the way back, I get stuck at the lights behind a plonker in his 70s Ford Fairmont. Apparently novel concepts like "noticing a change to green" are new to him. As we trundle along, he then fails to slow down in a posted 30 roadworks area, until he stops in the middle of the road, signalling a left turn that he never actually makes. Broken brake lights, too.
Fucking accident waiting to happen, not paying any attention to anything going on around him.