True story, no sympathy needed.
Wake up with intense hayfever. I HATE THOSE GODDAMN PINE TREE DOWN ESKDALE!
So yeah anyway. I left work around 3 because it just wasn't safe for me to be doing shit around powertools and sharp metal, so I rode home (odd how the smell of 98 clears the eyes and nose).
Bike has a flat tyre. Rawr.
Push ol' Bobbie 20m up the road to some tyre shop next to work, AND I'M OFF!
The road home was pretty calm, stuck between a car doing a solid 45, and a mufti.
Coasting down Verbena (2nd to last road till home), some dirty filthy motherfucking road worker next to his truck thinks it's a fucking funny idea to throw a decent sprocket sized piece of wood at me. It only just missed, lucky, or I'd have been mega pissed and rolled up my sleeves. Now who the fuck goes and does this? Just to make sure it wasn't an accident, I turned around and come back up again.
You fucking guessed it, Mr. Fuckbag throws another to impress his brethren.
I stop maybe 30m from where they're standing, hop off and flip up my visor.
"Hey yo guys, what was the deal with that?"
'Oh a. Oh bro, you were speeding so uh.'
"Think it was a pretty smart move, eh?"
At this point I realize I'm shorter than them, white, only 18 with a nose on fire and puffy eyes.
Jesus H, Man. Jesus H.
If I roll past tomorrow and they do it again, what would you suggest I do?
If it wasn't for the fact I was monumentally brassed the bloomin'eck off, I'd have let it slip. (Gotta take all the bad Karma from those younger days).
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