Car Door meets boot
I've had a skyline deliberatly try and kill me on the road once. tried to run me into a car, then ended up with his two right wheels in my lane, swerved at me, called me an Arab (actually I have Maori decendancy and I don't have a beard). flashed a baseball bat at me as intimidation. All of this, because I was lane splitting and pushed infront while he was stopped at a red light.
So when he was stopped at a proceeding redlight some 200-300metres from where it all started, laughing with his passenger who also was waving a smaller batton like bat as a trophy for me to see. I gave them a big smile, laughed out loud, and drove my boot into the passenger door of his baby blue skyline, Ran the red and zoomed off down Quay Street, Auckland.
Unfortunately I was on my old 250
and he soon caught me up, as I saw him approaching I slammed on the breaks and pulled to the left, to watch the passengers batt swing past within 10-20cm of my helmet, pffff like it would have hurt anyways. A quick U-Turn and less than 20 seconds up the wrong side of the road left him for dead.
So my question is ... anyone else felt the need to throw the boot, who ... and why?
I wave to every biker I see.
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