gijoe1313
10th June 2007, 12:46
So there I was today, returning back to my demesne for some old fashioned repast (cooked splendiferously by my mater or biological XY chromosone genetic incubator).
Lo, the heavens saw fit to dispense with its usual eloquence as an elemental force of nature (to wit : it was a voluminous spread of liquid).
As I was pootling home in my usual way and being in tune with the unique forces of two wheels and the zen of riding, I was obeying all road laws (50kph , following distances and dominating my allocated road space) ...
When blardy hell! A lady in a little match box car decides to undertake me :nono: I gave a melodious tootle from my Stebel and proceeded to leave the usual distance for the situation.
Life somehow and the great wheel of karmic balance saw that I was heading in the same direction as the aforementioned lady driver. Stopped at the lights at an intersection :devil2:
I proceeded to disembark from my preambulatory device and walked over to the vehicle and rapped every so politely on the driver's window. All during this time, I could see her gripping the steering wheel intently.
I could feel her dis-ease and the voluminous unbidden thought "Change lights! Change!" :mellow:
By this stage I had unhinged my flip-face helmet and with a smile I indicated my displeasure at being undertaken and the possible consequences of the effect an impact would have on a two-wheeled motorist. She smiled wanely, looked back to the front with the still present thought "Change lights! Change!" :mellow:
I harmoniously settled back on my conveyance of choice and waited patiently for the lights to change. Her relief was short lived when she realised I was following (the quick glance in rear view mirror locked eyes on mine :Pokey: ) ... and realised again that I lived in the same neighbourhood she did ... :devil2:
But this was not the end of sordid tale! Alas, at the roundabout, the usual plonker in a cage that passes for a weak excuse of humanity saw fit not to obey his indicator and decided to go straight ahead ... and prepared I was. Road wheels not turning? Driver's head (obviously superflous to his needs) not turning to look either?
I stopped and watched him go across the path I would have taken. I tootled melodiously again with my Stebel (139db of attention gaining worthiness) and let my hand gestures indicate my displeasure at his flagrant disregard for indicator abuse :angry2:
I left him to his own devices and find myself here on my usual sojourn of KB to give voice to my inner, repressed anger. Just another typical day for a biker on the roads here in gud'ol'Noo'Zeelund! :calm:
Long story short ... lady cager undertakes me in the rain, another drongo with indicators on going full tit straight ahead in roundabout, usual mutterings about riding to conditions and the usual caution and paranoia about the dolorous peril we encounter every day. :whocares: :done:
Lo, the heavens saw fit to dispense with its usual eloquence as an elemental force of nature (to wit : it was a voluminous spread of liquid).
As I was pootling home in my usual way and being in tune with the unique forces of two wheels and the zen of riding, I was obeying all road laws (50kph , following distances and dominating my allocated road space) ...
When blardy hell! A lady in a little match box car decides to undertake me :nono: I gave a melodious tootle from my Stebel and proceeded to leave the usual distance for the situation.
Life somehow and the great wheel of karmic balance saw that I was heading in the same direction as the aforementioned lady driver. Stopped at the lights at an intersection :devil2:
I proceeded to disembark from my preambulatory device and walked over to the vehicle and rapped every so politely on the driver's window. All during this time, I could see her gripping the steering wheel intently.
I could feel her dis-ease and the voluminous unbidden thought "Change lights! Change!" :mellow:
By this stage I had unhinged my flip-face helmet and with a smile I indicated my displeasure at being undertaken and the possible consequences of the effect an impact would have on a two-wheeled motorist. She smiled wanely, looked back to the front with the still present thought "Change lights! Change!" :mellow:
I harmoniously settled back on my conveyance of choice and waited patiently for the lights to change. Her relief was short lived when she realised I was following (the quick glance in rear view mirror locked eyes on mine :Pokey: ) ... and realised again that I lived in the same neighbourhood she did ... :devil2:
But this was not the end of sordid tale! Alas, at the roundabout, the usual plonker in a cage that passes for a weak excuse of humanity saw fit not to obey his indicator and decided to go straight ahead ... and prepared I was. Road wheels not turning? Driver's head (obviously superflous to his needs) not turning to look either?
I stopped and watched him go across the path I would have taken. I tootled melodiously again with my Stebel (139db of attention gaining worthiness) and let my hand gestures indicate my displeasure at his flagrant disregard for indicator abuse :angry2:
I left him to his own devices and find myself here on my usual sojourn of KB to give voice to my inner, repressed anger. Just another typical day for a biker on the roads here in gud'ol'Noo'Zeelund! :calm:
Long story short ... lady cager undertakes me in the rain, another drongo with indicators on going full tit straight ahead in roundabout, usual mutterings about riding to conditions and the usual caution and paranoia about the dolorous peril we encounter every day. :whocares: :done: