Latte-sipping homos on scooters...
I'd like to know how scooters work, does carefully stepping onto one (to avoid creases in your Ralph Loren Slacks) protect you; an invisible shield of armour? One that removes the need for common sense, wrists that don't flap when you're talking, or the need to look in mirrors?
So, picture this - filtering between a lane of cars on Fanshaw Street, and at the last possible second, danger appears - not from a crazed pedestrian, not from a cager one loaf short of a picnic.
No, the danger comes from vest wearing scooter boy (known as latte sipping homo henceforth).
Latte sipping homo waits until all 150 decibles of GSXR are almost on him, and then he casually accelerates from his space in the line of cars into the filtering lane (now an official sort of thing).
Lucky for him, I practice braking - so I'm just able to stop him getting a GSXR up his ass, from whence his boyfriend left a load this morning.
So, and it gets worse.
Latte Sipping Homo pulls to the end of the queue, and then sits between the two lead cars, trapping me in no-mans land.
I ask him, politely, to pull forward. He turns and gives me a scathing look.
He's got 8 feet of safety, mine and his; I don't want to be trapped between four SUV's and a WRX when the flag drops.
I ask again, this time less politely.
He turns around and starts bitching at me.
So, being as I'm a civilised guy, I lose it, telling him to more his fucking homo scooter forward before I move it for him. Then I have a momentary lose of traction to make the point. Still no fucking movement. The SUV's are now towering several feet above me, and I'm rapidly shrinking as the danger increases.
So, one last time - "move your F U C K I N G scooter!"
So, he rolls forward about 6 inches, probably the length of man meat he had in his mouth this morning, and I push through just in time for the flag dropping, watching the cagers close the gap like the shutting of mechanical jaws behind my tail.
So, I'm hoping Latte Sipping Homo is on KB, next time:
1. Check your fucking mirrors before you leap into the abyss.
2. Buy some fucking bike pants instead of business pants. Actually, belay that, losing some skin will teach you a fucking lesson.
3. Next time someone asks you to do something, don't sneer, it's unbecoming.
4. Sitting between cars where the traffic has to close ahead because of road conditions is dumb, Darwin dumb.
5. You should have spent the dosh on gas for your SUV instead of a scooter.
Peace to you all.
PS. I don't have any issues with gay people, I used the word Homo today with care and respect.
MBB.
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