Some days it's a relief just to get the bike in the shed.
On my way home from work tonight I had rather more excitement than I like. Firstly a car pulls straight out of a driveway right in front of me. At the nearby compulsory stop I pulled up beside the car and through the open window said to the woman, "Not big on this driving stuff are you?"
She mumbled something, I gave her another mouthfull at which point the passenger screamed (and I do mean screamed) FUUUUUCK UP!
At that point the way was clear so I left, my work there was done
One block later mum and baby in car, I'm following closer than I normally would because I'm about to pass. A boy racer arrives behind me repeatedly pulling out, moving back, making a Hell of a racket revving his engine. Madam looks in the mirror, panics, and brakes so hard the tyres are smoking. I just stopped because I thought that if I tried to pass the BR would come though. Right on queue and in a shower of shit and small stones he flew past.
A kilometre or so down the road the main event.
In a column of traffic I'm giving everybody lots of room, it looks like one of those days. Immediately in front of me, 2 more BRs complete with fat feet, wings, and baked bean cans. The traffic slowed to about 40KPH and these two started swerving all over the road just like the racers under a yellow flag. This is on a main road in a busy suburb ffs.
I hope that doesn't catch on...
Don't ask me out tonight, I'm not moving....
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