I overtook a couple of cars full to the gunnels with Maori peeps,didn't think much of it,except how did so many people squeeze into such small cars, a bit further along I swung a righty down an empty road towards the coast for a ciggy stop.So there I am chillin on this road to nowhere when two cars come hooning up the gravel and screech to a halt.I'm thinking hello, all this space and they want to park on top of my bike,odd.
72 doors flung open and out jumped the all blacks first and second squad and some mates. The biggest ugliest gnarliest meanest looking one steams over towards me at a rate of knots and it dawns on me these were the motors I'd overtaken shortly before.As mister angry brick shithouse closes on me I'm thinking,dont like this a lot,obviously taken exception to me wafting past their rusty Toyota's. Come on brain says I,fight or flight,fight or flight? cast a glance at my helmet and keys absorbing some rays on a log about 50 metres away and realised buggering off quick as was not an option.
In a nanosecond I weighed up that I could twat this bastard pretty good before his mates pulled me apart limb from limb.I'm not a violent man but I could at least go to my grave with a small victory like a true viking,I'd done bugger all wrong and I wasn't going to meet my maker without cracking a nose or blacking an eye to say I'd been there.![]()
Colossus the knob is within striking distance now and he throws out his hand sayin " Yo bro you the local iwi?". Ignorant pom speaks next " who you calling a fugging earwig smeghead!" 327 pairs of dark angry eyes turn in my direction, "sorry bro I'm from kakawhakaflapjack just wanting to meet up with the local boys,say hello, you local ?" Simultaneously I notice the thrust out arm was in shake hand mode, his manner was friendly and the sun was being blacked out by panting angry looking men mountains. OH..oh..oh!,yeah no nah I mean,live here you know,not long tho not erm native or anything..shaking dinner plate size hand furiously by now. Saying... pom you know yes dont know much er stuff and that ,squeek,thinking... please dont kill me, Ive got a bathroom to fit tomorrow Mr giant. Ah it's all good,he said as he turned on his heels and headed back to the cars muttering some shit about bloody poms.
I watched em shoulder each other into the tiny tiny cars and pittyed the poor springs as the back ends hit the deck. As they drove off I thought, yeah,you wanna piece of me ya ugly fuggers and please dont stop.
have you ever weighed up a situation ever so slightly wrong?
p.s. Maori numbers exaggerated to justify slight bladder weakness.![]()
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