There's arseholes, then there are Real arseholes
Came to do a right out of a road which various, quite clear signs assert NO RITGH TURN INTO. And so, stupidly, I presumed my left was safe. Busy highway.
Started the jump between the right-handers coming along and found myself staring at a tit-cager turning right, straight into me.
We both jammed on the anchors. But me? I was half into a steep right-hander. Bike was down at maybe 40 degrees. Uho! Too much weight for me to pull upright, so I gently laid Zimmerframe on the ground and then this cunt swept past yelling, 'Ya fuckin' moron!'
Did he stop to help me get zimmer back on her wheels? Oh no! Just a dick with an attitude, who'd just thought 'Fuck the rules. I exist, therefore I have a right to do whatever the fuck I want.'
Anyway, so there I was, remembering the so many times I've heaved Zimmer upright on the track, and there's all these fucking cagers blowing their horns. Like, 'Get ya issues off the fucking road, man!'
Did anyone stop to help me heave Zimmer up?
Nup!
Fuck Auckland and all of it's sad-arsed communters.
Give me the Country-folk every time.
What a shit of a place to live when cagers do as described. Like it wasn't rush hour. It was two in the afternoon!
Only 'Now' exists in reality.
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